Something tells this old BUFF crew dawg that the B-2 is just a passing fad, and the B-52 will be around long after the B-2 is converted to Pepsi cans and carbon fiber knicknacks.
My view from the B-52H instructor pilot's seat, snaking up the Columbia River Gorge at a few hundred feet altitude (we're about to surprise the living bejeezus out of an unsuspecting windsurfer, hence the pointing left seater's hand):
