I strolled over to a hangar that had several tables set up in it. The tables were decorated with white tablecloths. A bright blue ribbon stretched down the middle of each, like a designer centerline runway stripe. I spied an able-bodied young man carrying a large piece of plywood, which he soon centered on two sawhorses. It seemed that more guests were anticipated than had been originally thought and extra seating was being hastily arranged. I asked an attractive woman about the event. "I'm getting married tomorrow," she said. "We're getting married in the hangar. He was supposed to be helping, but he's still up flying." There was amusement and forgiveness in her voice. She said that, though she had been married before, the groom hadn't, and she thought the evening flight would be good for him. I wished her well, then turned back to the office to thank Ray and pick up a rental car. With no planning, anticipation or design, I'd just swooped down to witness this happy airport scene.