The wonder of titanium

Mr Wilson would be delighted. Alright, perhaps not delighted. He might merely feel a passing glow of mild satisfaction. But I think there would definitely be a small uptick in his day if he knew that I had in fact listened to something in his chemistry classes all those years ago. It would prove I wasn’t just doodling generic mid-engined shapes in my notebook, but that something had actually gone in one ear and rested awhile on my minimal grey matter rather than simply fluttering straight out of the other lug hole.