My name is John and I am warbird addicted. It has been just over 2 weeks since I last touched a warbird.
I blame Scott Thompson...for helping me to recognize my sweet addiction to Warbirds...and veterans.
By the late '80's, I had bought a copy of his book "Final Cut" about surviving B17's and started counting how many B17's I had seen (my personal count now stands at 35). Then I started (pre-Internet days) researching how many rare WWII era birds of each type were out there and realized I had an addiction...I had seen a lot of them.
I stopped counting the a/c books when I had more books than shelves and photos when they reached 4,000 (just after I bought Scott's book). I try not to think of how much money I spent with Kodak in the pre-digital days, not to mention the photo shops for processing & printing. Among the digital benefits is I no longer need a "hand search" of film at airport security.
Like the alcoholic who hides his bottles around the house & garage, I don't put out a lot of my warbird "stuff" around the house. But, I know where it is and I look at it when I need my fix.
By 1997 I was volunteering at Oshkosh on the Warbird Line Crew every summer I can. I take people I hardly know to airplane museums and airshows. I give away airplane magazines by the dozens (after I have read them, of course).
I'm self-employed and travel a bit for my work. I always try to see some warbirds whenever I can handle my own scheduling...and have been known to detour w-a-y out of my way to see a/c.
The real bonus has been meeting and talking with so many veterans who flew and worked on these a/c "back in the day". The a/c are just objects without their lives.
It is a pleasant addiction...and does not seriously impair my health.
I think...
