As The WindSock Turns

So, did you really want to know what goes on at the only airport in the country to have a former manager kidnap the NDB? A place where instructors work on the "escalating hassle" scale. You get more hassle if you bring in more revenue. A place where the restaurant serves wine and beer. A place where airport romance means a 6 pack of Old Milwaukee, and riding around on the beacon while intimidating the fire department from putting out the bonfire that someone set to roast marshmallows. Of course you do!

Just remember that this is not a real airport, and the people depicted are not real people, and the person who you think wrote this really didn't, (click here for the true author) and does not have any intentional similarity to any known person, living or dead, and has much more of a sense of humor than any of that anyway.

The fiendish plan is to have a weekly ongoing story about Windsock Airport, nestled in the suburbs of a large American city, with no relationship whatsoever to any real suburban airports at all. We will continue to say this even under severe torture.

Background information about this twisted place

Cast of Characters

Who is sleeping with whom?

Who is screwing whom without sleeping with them?

What's the in brand of beer for the style conscious airport party goer?

Who's been violated this week?

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