One of the essays I'm currently working on is called "Paper Planes," about my grandfather's habit of sketching and watercoloring aircraft of all shapes and sizes. Placemats, napkins, and notepads have all seen biplanes and bombers, but most frequently, Grandpa Baron paints the planes on envelopes. Instead of flying through the sky, they fly through the US Postal Service. I have approximately fifty of these lying around my apartment.
The "Hartford, CT" is part of the address, and that is my grandmother's handwriting. Every envelope I've ever gotten from them has these watercolors.
I read an early draft of "Paper Planes" at Real Art Ways in January, and it was a bigger hit than I'd anticipated. The planes are on a new journey-- this time to the top of my editing pile.