Thinking way back to 1933.
I was visiting my Aunt in Nashville, Tennessee. I knew that Berry Field was close by her house for the simple reason the airplanes were flying low as they went over her house. This was so intriguing to an eight year old lad from the country.
I was visiting with my twelve year old brother. Since we had our bicycles, I finally talked him into riding our bikes to Berry field to see the airplanes up close and personal. WOW!!!
It was about four miles if we went by Highway 70, but if we went through the mental asylum we could cut off two miles. He elected to take the short route. Of course, nothing happened during our ride to the airport but I am still looking over my shoulder, remembering what I saw as we rode through.
We watched several airplanes land and take-off, but that didn't satisfy this little red-headed short guy.
I talked to my brother but to no avail. He said no to going through the hole I had found under the eight-foot-high chain-link fence.
Looking strait ahead I saw a giant airplane hanger with the name American Airlines overhead.
Inside was this beautiful airplane, which turned out to be a Curtis Condor. It was a dark blue with an International Orange color. As I approached the hangar no one was in sight, so I ran over and I touched that beautiful machine. I had no idea my hands were that dirty and dusty but--wow!--there was a big mess on that dark blue ... Run, boy, Run!
Please don't give OUR secret away, y'all.
Randy Foster F/E...AAL
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