all three. It was an all or nothing proposition
and hard to pass up. Within days the trailers
disappeared from the airport.
derneath the tin sunshade close to the old
trailer's location. Additionally, the Bronco
had flat tires, rotting seats, and interior plas-
tic that looked like fifty-year-old peanut brit-
tle. Completing the sorry sight were broken
windows and masses of spider webs and in-
sect nests. Again, Jim worked his magic and
not long after the cars disappeared from the
future corporate gem of an airport.
visible changes. The engineers were burning
up No. 2 pencils designing a new access road.
The same team was designing a new 4,420-
foot runway, taking into account elevations,
grades, winds, bearing strengths, thresh-
olds, and stopways ad infinitum. I'd made a
few spontaneous attempts to locate the new
T-hangers on the site. X marked the spot, but
a constantly moving better location and ori-
entation resulted in nothing final. In March,
Jim thought seriously about installing a 1,000-
west in gray. Photo courtesy of David Hannah III.