Long ago and far away, I regularly visited my parents’ hometown in my Cessna 210. The airport closest to them is a non-towered facility with plenty of approaches. Due to some long-term family business, I parked an old car there so I had wheels when I was in town, and the parents didn’t have to come get me every time I visited. Over a couple of years, I got to know the folks at the local FBO fairly well.
At the end of one visit to the parents, I got into a conversation with the line person and a mechanic as I loaded the airplane. It was one of those bonding moments, and I was grateful to get to know someone else in that town. I was in no hurry, so we might have chatted for 30 minutes or so. Soon, the conversation broke up, so I hopped in the 210 and launched VFR for home, a couple of hours away.
