I was there in the summer of 2015. I had just finished wrapping up my father’s final affairs and was leaving Tucson for Oklahoma when I quite literally stumbled across a flyer for the museum in a gas station. When I say stumbled across, I mean that I tripped over the rack that held the flyers on my way in to pay for my gas!! My maternal grandfather had been a lifelong pilot of some note, so growing up in the aviation community and living on a private airport was my everyday normal. So, for me, this place is pure eye candy! Well, since it had been a really crappy week all the way around, and since my business was concluded, I couldn’t have planned a better diversion to decompress and get my head together. Spent the entire day there, and was one of the last people to leave. Amazing how the stars managed to align that day, and I think the circumstances just made me appreciate it all the more.