Valentine Day and a beautiful bouquet of roses and extra large card awaited me this morning. When I opened the card, I noticed a small drawing on one side looking, to my untutored eyes, not unlike a small swarm of bees. Casually, I asked what it was.
"They're Heinkels from the Luftwaffe," Keith replies, apparently slightly miffed that I hadn't identified them immediately.
"Oh," I say.
"Good, aren't they?" he continues enthusiastically.
"I'm lost for words," I reply diplomatically.
And I was.