By: John Carlson—
As a person known for being an energetic “go-getter,” I have very little spare time.
OK, that’s not true. Actually, as a non-energetic retiree pretty much known for being a human lump, about 99.9 percent of my time is spare. But sometimes, when I am looking to fill that time with something besides recounting the lines between the bricks in our fireplace, I consider building a plastic model airplane.
Then I hesitate. Is model-building even a thing anymore?
About everything else we once held near and dear seems to have been flushed down life’s commode. Models? In popularity they have probably long since been replaced in favor of exciting new computer apps like “Guess What’s Next For Extinction?”
But when I was a kid back in Abraham Lincoln’s day, models ruled.
Lots of them were car models. For me, car models lost their appeal the day I brought a Ford Edsel kit home to my Dad, a career General Motors guy, and he locked me out of our house for a week. Just kidding. Still, he convinced me if I wanted to keep receiving my allowance, I’d better switch to less offensive models like airplanes.
In no time, model airplanes consumed my waking hours. For birthdays, Christmas and such, I’d receive models made by companies like Revell, outlandishly expensive kits that could cost upwards of three and even four bucks. Up at The Corner Store, meanwhile, not only were there vanilla Cokes, candy cigarettes and a trove of girlie magazines available for kids’ edification,
Article source: http://munciejournal.com/2019/07/john-carlson-a-model-upbringing/