“Oh my God!” breathed Steve. “This is an old war bird! World War II, there were soldiers here too, I bet. Let’s look it up back on the ship! If they have power yet.”
Our next turning found us by a cabin, very rustic, but with a large antenna on top of its roof. “Ham radio,” Steve mused. “I wonder if anyone’s home?”
Someone was, and we were invited in. Actually he let us phone home on his radio, and told us the war history of the island. He said he used the plane as a teaching device for the kids and had gotten some so interested, they had gone to a bigger island to go to college. He was also a teacher in his own way.
Before we left, he gave us a bag of sandwiches and fruit, and we offered him some money but he wouldn’t take it. We also used his outhouse, which may have been the best par
