"The Visitor" wrote in message
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Coming back from Eastern Canada we stopped at an uncontolled airport, well
it was a class E zone. But the story is, as the ramper was gassing me up
he asked if we would be departing right away and I said, "Yes as soon as
we pay." He replied to me, "That would be great as the little kid has been
there for an hour and hasn't seen much action". Looking over was a little
boy with his nose and fingers poking throught he chain link fence.


This post reminds me of the smell of avgas and tall, sunbaked grass; the
gentle rattle of the breeze through the windsock after the departing
aircraft has vanished into the sky; the satisfied smile you feel when you
leave an airport after a perfect day.

I was that kid once. Thank you!

-c