Jobe thinks my prized airplane collection is made up of toys!

Naturally, we turned on my electric HO train and sent it running around the top of my office. Jobe then went straight for my airplanes and started to play with them under the neon light. I cannot convince him that these planes are not toys but rather a prized collection not to be handled roughly. He insists they are toys, meant to be played with. And how can I who also loved to play with airplanes and still love little airplanes and big airplanes and all airplanes, stop him from doing so?

Further inspiration came in the form of grandsons

Margie had been in town babysitting Lynx since Tuesday and I had planned to go pick them up late this afternoon, but Lavina offered to bring them home. Jobe and Kalib wanted to go straight to my office. Once there, Kalib turned on my neon "open" sign. The word "open" appears red to the eye, but the neon interprets as yellow in these pictures. To the eye the frame is a much deeper and resonant blue than the pale tone pictured here.