
Laughton became a model Flyer, but it’s time for him to go
I am embarrassingly nostalgic, and I always have been. When I was seven, my parents bought a ’95 Chevy Malibu. I waxed poetic about the model year, as it brought back fond memories of a block party two years prior. When I was 13, I remember being choked up entering the Vet on its final…