All us guys flying around looking for a cup of coffee would have nowhere to gather if there was nobody who was willing to tolerate the hassles of being in the airport business. It requires a peculiar dedication.

Rosie, out of the kitchen after feeding the birds, sitting at the head of the table on a Wednesday noon in the winter of 2000.

On Saturday and Sunday mornings the usual breakfast fare is available, but on Wednesdays, she prepares a lunch. The menu has only one entree; it always a surprise, and always good. Through the winter it is the week's premiere aeronautical attraction.

A short row of still- dormant apple trees stands in front of a Taylorcraft, a Piper Clipper and my Commonwealth. This is the "overflow parking" for a Wendesday lunch in April of 2003.

I am the first arrival for breakfast on a sunny and still morning in late December of 2003.