Shroud picnic

 

 

When I was a boy at family picnics while moms were making the fixing the boys would to to the car sit at the steering wheel, punch radio buttons, and go in imagination to space.

The mnemonic master: Flash Gordon - and his world with Zharkov, Dale, Prince Berrin. Yes, one time we end up in a '30s Hollywood serial.

Another time we end up in an Italian futurist artist's atelier.

Yet another time in a '60s Lockheed skunkwork's Airstream.


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