No picture this time. One of my favorite pastimes...I can still remember sitting on a stool at the workbench in the basement, listening to my portable record player playing "Return to Me" by Dean Martin, or "Sandy" by Larry Hall while carefully cut the plastic tailing off my scale model of the X-1, the first aircraft to break the sound barrier, gleaming white with a long pointed nose. There were dozens of models, and I can remember most of them. Opening a new tube of Testors Model Cement, a tin tube with a tiny screw in the nozzle to seal it back up. I never thought about deliberately sniffing the potent glue; I was intoxicated enough constructing the realistic models. And the colorful little square glass bottles of PLA paint. and one of Dad's collection of Gerber baby food jars with paint thinner on hand for brush washing. Didn't sniff that either. Loved the painting, hated the decal transfers which were always crooked or wrinkled. Now I wish I had at least photographed the X-1, the X15, the Starfighter jet, the vertical take-off with twin props on the nose that rotated in opposite directions, the 57 Chevy, the deuce coupe hot rod, the battleship, and all the rest.