Bruce, Alyssa, and Nick in front of a Marine F-4 Phantom fighter jet just like the ones Bruce and I used to fly, except we flew Air Force jets which were infinitely better. Those were the days, when we flew our chariots of fire like sky gods far, far above the mud-dwelling humans below, up among the twinkling stars. What fun it was to fly these jets to exotic faraway foreign lands and drop bombs on them. Now we dwell down here in the two-dimensional world with the Earthlings with our memories of skimming the tops of the billowing clouds.

We made sure that if the girls learned nothing else, they left this hallowed hall of aeronautica knowing that the F-4 was the best fighter that ever flew.