On an airstrip in New Mexico... at the Confederate Airforce Flying Museum... I think it was near Hobbs. I was biking across country and ended up there as a huge storm rolled in... I sought shelter in the airport building and after nice meal I asked if there was someplace to wait out the storm. I was directed to one of the old empty "ghost planes" decorating the front lawn/field. I think it was a B29...

I spent the stormy night in there, with the plane rocking and rolling with the howling wind. The lightening flashed periodically with the brilliant light streaking through the cockpit and other windows while the thunder boomed outside. It was an eerie sight with just the front seat frames still remaining and casting long shadows in the flickering storm light. The movement, the light and sound all enhanced the ghostly imagery within the old plane. I swear the sacred energy of missions passed hung in the air like fog in a graveyard. It was a restless night to say the least.