One of my best memories is putting together a model of Indian Point Nuclear Generating plant with my Dad when I was about 12. It was a present from Santa. After Christmas dinner we started, with my brother, and worked all day and through the night and finished about 7AM the next day. Priceless memories. Wonder to where that got off.
The best venue for submarine race watching was in the back of a ‘51 Pontiac hearse I had in the mid ’60s. It sure rode smooth too.