Girlfriends and Chipmunks.

Last week my girlfriend and I were at an airshow and a de Havilland Chipmunk taxied in.  For the tenth time that day I started a lecture on some aspect of a particular aircraft and she says, "I don't care, it's just another airplane".  How could she not care about the elegant grace of a Chipmunk, its lean lines, its shark's tail, borrowed from the Mosquito?  I had forgotten that my gal was at this fly-in not because she cared about airplanes but because she cared about me.  I can empathize, she sees intricate beauty in agates, I see striped rocks. To each his or her own, such things are subjective.  I guess I should be glad a different de Havilland didn't taxi in.  Girlfriends and Beavers belongs on another type of site .