Read several books over the weekend. After finishing Bernadotte's biography, read one about Felix Yusupov and then about the Astors. If you need to know anything about the Battle of the Nations, Rasputin's assassination or the continental beaver pelt trade, I'm your man.
Looked at a brief history of the USAF B-58, which was flying when I was a kid, the main subject being its demise. A component of SAC, it ran up against budgetary cuts in the 60s along with competitive pressure from the cost of Southeast Asian adventures. It was a choice between upgrading B-52s or maintaining its viability as part of nuclear deterrent asset triad; bombers, missiles, submarines. Mutually Assured Destruction.
Written by a pilot who loved it (seriously) and fought the bureaucracy to keep the program, it was full of techincal information. The thing of it is, the plane was one of the model airplanes I built as a kid. A plastic kit. I had a Sopwith Camel, a Mosquito, a Spitfire, a P-38 and a P-51. It was the only jet. (Hadn't a clue about fallout or collateral damage when I made it.) Sleek looking aircraft.
Presently with this.
And it's currently 0144 Zulu.
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