Are your feet hurting, back aching, and your aviation passion oversaturated? Is the consistent politeness of the northern Midwest locals beginning to bug you as the weekend approaches? A visit to the far western aisles of Hangar D might be the ticket.
More the atmosphere of a Middle East Bazaar, I felt like I was at the Temple in Jesus Christ, Superstar. By the time I passed through Aisles A and B, I was ready to join our hero in overturning tables and screaming “Get out! Get out!” Your experience may differ.
