There are times when the U.S. Air Force can be downright obliging, especially when it has finished with certain desirable "toys". Usually, on the orders of Uncle Sam, it flies them down to Arizona then parks them in open storage in the hot, dry, desert air where they will be free of destructive corrosion. There they will stay until some emissary, from usually a Third World country, comes along and buys a few for pennies on the dollar to equip its own "air force". Of course, if the reader can round up enough greenbacks he, too, can go down and pick out a "cast off for himself...less the "shooting irons", naturally. Mind you, if your local government is like the writer's, a councilman will be a spoil sport enough to object strongly to your B-52 occupying about six or more of your neighbor's driveways.
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