Your Ass Got To Go

(Written last Saturday, upon returning from rained-out trip to Kings Island. We went to the museum instead)

...Do I have to describe what it felt like, peering up into the yawning bomb bay of the Bock Scar at the Wright-Patterson Air Force Museum this afternoon? The sensation that swept over me as I stood before the actual plane that dropped the bomb on Nagasaki and ended World War II?

Or can you guess?

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