I guess I like country airports because:
I remember the Father's Day Fly-Ins at Talmage's on Long Island ... and the Cub I left behind when I retired from my day job.
I like my hometown airport in North Carolina because I can look up at the sound of a radial engine and watch a Stearman land right in front of me ...
Then another one lands right behind him ...
What a beautiful sight ... owned by a couple of guys just out for a good time on a good day ...
John throws a hot dog shindig with all the fixins a couple of times a year ...
John and his sister make you feel at home ... and Carleton tries to look innocent with that second hot dog ...
Life at country airports takes on a whole new meaning. I've spent a fair amount of time at airports over the last 40 years, some of them friendly, some of them not so much ... and I've decided that if all that time I spent at the not-sos made it possible to be here, then it wasn't time wasted at all.
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