You know, sometimes there exists sentimentality where you least expect it. In my new workshop / lounge area I have a nondescript wooden box. There are two things special about this box you don't know at first glance. The more important one is that Dad built this for me close to 40 years ago, it's my childhood toybox, my sister had a matching one. I have a lot of memories attached to this box, and one of my oldest memories was seeing the two matching toyboxes in the corner of our den acting as walls, holding a puppy. That little schnauzer was one angry little a-hole, and he's been gone for decades. Anyway.... that's too much of a tangent.
The other special thing about this box, is it's my rocket box. I keep all my un-built kits in here, as well as all my leftovers and spares. It's incredible how just a few repairs and clones can build up a big pile of body tubes you weren't expecting to have.
And this is my next build right here, it's a stack of tubes. So let's call this build "Tubestack". Original name? Yes. Good name? who cares, let's build a rocket!!!!!
The other special thing about this box, is it's my rocket box. I keep all my un-built kits in here, as well as all my leftovers and spares. It's incredible how just a few repairs and clones can build up a big pile of body tubes you weren't expecting to have.
And this is my next build right here, it's a stack of tubes. So let's call this build "Tubestack". Original name? Yes. Good name? who cares, let's build a rocket!!!!!