Not just any airport, a real, live airport with a runway that's built up from the surrounding swamp land that nobody wanted, out in the middle of nowhere, where other airplane nuts could gather, live, commune with the air and all that stuff. And they succeeded.
Fly-ins at Grass Roots are usually themed, such as "Biplane" or "Cub" or "Antique" gatherings, but occasionally David opens up to invited guests of mixed persuasions and has an event like the "Valentine's Day" fly-in.
A biplane fly-in from the Grass Roots website
So it was that a gaggle of airplanes and pilots flew over from Spruce Creek Airpark just south of Daytona on the east coast of Florida, and among them were the Fallers, friends from Bayport Aerodrome on Long Island who make their home now at the Creek.
Russ Faller (R) and me, enjoying sunshine
There's a story here that starts with a dumb stunt on my part at a fly-in in New York that resulted in a busted prop and overhauled engine, a stuck valve on the overhauled engine, the freeing up of that valve (by Russ) and his loan of a prop as a favor to me, and my good fortune to meet and fly with his son, Paul, at the big company on Long Island. He's still there, doing well, and we still keep in touch.
So while Paul enjoys big, zippy jets and snow, his Dad and I get to frolic in the sunshine among dope and fabric airplanes, taildragger pilots and barbecue. I wouldn't trade places for the world.
You can find out more about Grass Roots Airpark online (lots available) at: http://www.grassrootsairpark.com