... but in the kindest, most envious, "wish I were him" kind of way. You see, the wife and I just got back from a beautiful morning out on the Road King. I'm wheeling it into the garage, and what should fly over? A B-25 Mitchell replete with invasion stripes. So, while the wife and I are out enjoying one of our "extravagant toys", Mr. Paul Allen is out enjoying one of his. We live on the south approach to Paine Field, where Mr. Allen maintains his squadron of vintage warbirds, along with a very well put together museum. We get to see his toys fly over quite often during the nicer weather. The bastard...
