Burgers And Planes

Every now and then we like to have lunch at our humble airport, watching the planes come and go.

Watching the takeoffs.

And we wonder where he gets all his hand expressions from....

A big, old, noisy one taxiing right by.

Does not yet care about such things.

Float plane.

The size my Dad used to frequently fly.

Milkshake on the hot asphalt.

We could use one of these for the boys every now and then...