@ash78 said in How the B-52 was born in a Dayton hotel room:
It was a hotel in Akron in 1949...or maybe it was Dayton. These memories all tend to run together after a while. The war was over and the the world -- especially America -- was riding high on a newfound exuberance that pervaded ever corner of every town in every little place in the whole great big US of A.
This hotel was nothing fancy. There might have been a television in the lounge, but the rooms just had radios, the kind where you'd put in a nickel and listen to Orson Welles or Howdy Doody through heavy static for about 15 minutes. The kind of place where a guy would just end up drinking his Jim Beam and staring at the paneled wood walls until sunrise.
When I came in , I saw her spread out on the bed like some kind of angel. I had seen her many times before, but not like this. Something was fresh and new in my eyes, a spirit of adventure. She had a look -- sort of a Germanic charm, even though she was born and bred right here in America. It was at that moment that I realized I just needed something new. I still loved her, but the spark was just gone. So I mustered up some courage, bent down, and folded her violently in half just as Chet said "Hey, Jim be careful with those B-47 plans, that's a master copy."
And that's how the B-52 was born. Or at least conceived.
I wish we had a comment of the year award, but I'll have to settle for a @cotd nomination