The leather jacket is quite nice. The all-cotton shirts are excellent; the cashmere socks phenomenal; the collection of writings by Teddy Roosevelt awesome.
But the one I've picked up the most, this morning?
The three inch wind-up F-15 that my daughter got for me. I really like it.
Wish I could figure out why, every time I pick it up, I hear that sound, though.
You know --
'nnnnneeeeaaaaaahhhhWHOOOSH ---- BOOMMM!!!!!'
Followed by an immediate aileron roll. Very strange.....
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