Inside a B-17 Flying Fortress bomber a radio operator & an engineer, clad in hi-altitude sheepskin clothing, goggles & oxygen masks, manning .50 cal. waist guns during bombing raid launched by US 8th Bomber Command fr. England. Photo by Margaret Bourke-White, Sept. 1942, from the LIFE Archives.
Over the past several days I’ve been watching World War II classic movies. Films like “Dive Bomber,” “12 o’clock High,” “30 Seconds Over Tokyo,” and the 1970s classic “Tora! Tora! Tora!”
One of the things I like best about them is the planes and equipment. Both of my grandfathers served during the war. My dad’s dad, William, was a transport pilot who shuttled aircraft of all types from base to base, depending on the needs of the time. My mom’s dad, Norman, was a radio operator and gunner in a B-17. As such, the B-17 has always fascinated me.
Crewmen posing with B-17E Flying Fortress. Tampa, Fla., 1942. Photo by Frank Scherschel, from the LIFE Archives.
Four engines of raw, heavy bomber power, the Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress was introduced in the 1930s and was used by American forces as well as Continue reading
I, like a million others in this world, am a sucker for classic cars. Give me an old, rusty jalopy with an engine making sounds it shouldn’t be making long before you give me a new, shiny hunk of plastic that is churned out on so many assembly lines these days.
In fact, a few months ago, when I was looking for a used car to buy, I contemplated going way back and getting a car from some time between the 1930s and the 1960s to fix. Although I ended up buying a 1980 Jeep (still older than I am!), my desire to have a classic car has not waned.
While surfing the Pike Brothers Web site after I discovered it looking at the T-shirt that inspired my last post, I found the interesting video that I have embedded at the top of this post.
It is of the Rust n’ Dust Jalopy race in Teterow, Germany. Teams enter Continue reading
“Dramatic cumulus clouds billowing over a Texaco gas station along a stretch of highway US 66, aka Route 66.”
Photo by Andreas Feininger, Seligman, Ariz., September 1947, LIFE Archives
Always living in central Oklahoma, Route 66 is part of my backyard. And there are few things I enjoy more than hopping in my 1980 Jeep CJ-5 and cruising a stretch of old highway.