Revere Airport

 One of my classmates in high school had a plan. He was pre-enlisting in the Marine Corp to be a pilot. Since he already had his own plane (Aeronica,as pictured) and many air-hours the plan made sense. At graduation he left to basic and I ended up in the Navy...who knows perhaps he landed on the Saratoga!

But one winter afternoon he took me up for my only flight out of Revere Airport. My memory of the flight itself was that it was cold. We left Revere, flew in/out Tewksbury, Plum Island and back. More hours for David.

However it wasn't the mud field or the flight that I remember best, it was the GD scary ride to and from the field on the back of his Vespa. They are SMALL, the tandems were BIG! ...and they really wanted to suck you under them. I remembered that same feeling years later in a rent-a-car driving from Genoa to Nice. Little car, big truck!  So, David Savage, here's hoping you have bigger cars as well as bigger fields to fly out of!