Stan Powell

THERE ARE MANY addictive influences in our society; we read about the most common ones in daily newspapers. Little did I realize, that day in the spring of 1975, that I was about to become an "addict." I had just finished building a workshop in my house, and I was itching to find a project. I had accompanied my wife, Sandy, to a craft shop, and while she was shopping I spied a small model airplane department on the other side of the store. You can guess what happened. When we left the store, Sandy had her goodies, and I had mine-a Top Flite Nobler kit.