I remember as a kid my uncle Irv had a workshop in the basement of his flower shop. It was in the 1950's A few of his pals would build models down there.They hung them from the pipes and floor joists. The ceiling was very low and I could see them in all of their glory. I was warned "No Touching" I smelled the Ambroid,the dope,the balsa dust and fell in love with model airplanes. In the "john" were well worn copies of Model Airplane News.I'd stare at the pictures and dream about seeing them fly. I'd hear the guys talking about their latest projects ,"The Chief", "Stuka Stunt","Smoothie","Nobler" "Zilch". My uncle Irv would ask me ....which one is this? I'd proudly say "That's an All American or that's a Barnstormer". The names were important. One day we all went to the field. My uncle had a beautiful "Chief" green and black with white pinstripping separating the black scallops from green base. Not sure of the engine,but I think it was a Torpedo 32.It had a green head.He wasn't a good flyer but he did manage to fly it without crashing. He told me one day when I can fly good enough he'd give it to me,and he did eventually. I was probably about 13 ,and by then that Chief had seen some "action". But it was mine.....I'll never forget that "Chief". Ain't model airplanes great??