[In an earlier stage of my life I lived in Barrett, Minnesota.]
Dick and I lived across the street from Al and Gisela. Gisela made some serious cinnamon rolls.
One Friday night a small airplane buzzed us. This was quite unusual since the nearest airport was in Elbow Lake, a town 7 miles north of Barrett.
Gisela had made cinnamon rolls, and invited us over to enjoy her baking. Just as we left our place for their place, we saw the lights of a small plane disappeared behind the trees north of town.
A little later the siren for the volunteer fire department sounded; of course, we had to go see what had happened. The ambulance had already taken the pilot to the Elbow Lake hospital. The firemen were checking the plane and the surrounding area to insure that no fire broke out from the accident.
On Monday Dick and I were told to meet with an FAA official. We were laughing and joking as we walked down to where the official was. The silence and glare of the official convinced us that he only wanted the facts.
The other day, we took a trip from Bisbee to Bisbee-Douglas International Airport (KDUG).
On my paper atlas, Bisbee-Douglas Int’l Airport is at the end of Double Adobe Road. In fact the airport is just off AZ 191, 10 miles north of Douglas. When we finally got to the airport, we found a sign for a state prison, and another for a road to a now dilapidated cannery, but no signage for Bisbee-Douglas Int’l Airport.
We drove up to a terminal-ish building. Two guys were standing outside the building. We asked them where the terminal was. They confirmed what we had thought; we were at it. The head guy informed us that it wasn’t always so dead.
There are times that they have military exercises; the landing strip is the longest in the area. The prisoners are sometimes marched in shackles around the parking lot.
Inside the terminal, there are black and white photographs hanging on the walls. There are old copies of Golf magazine and Time Magazine. Off to the sides of the lobby are offices for the various remnant offices remaining from their heyday. The lobby itself is in very good shape.
There is a now-defunct restaurant named SkyWaiter. Of course, with such a small potential audience, how would one expect a restaurant to be able to stay open.