On the other end of the spectrum, there was the restaurant at Lunken Airport (or "Sunken Lunken," as the locals called it), alongside the Ohio River in Cincinnati, where my old boyfriend Jim took me on our first official date. He rented a Cessna 150, flew down to Louisville, where I was living at the time, picked me up and flew us back to Lunken. The restaurant there was a stunningly beautiful establishment in the old Art Deco terminal building. There were still intricate, WPA-funded mosaics on the walls, and the candlelight ambiance of the restaurant allowed us to enjoy the lights of the airport outside the windows as we dined on halibut and filet mignon. As first dates go, it was pretty impressive.