The Pensacola Regional Airport (PNS) is my kind of place; on the small side. Airports like Newark, Los Angeles and Houston creep me out for reasons I can't really articulate. I like a small- to medium-sized airport, like Eugene, Kansas City and Pensacola.
Just came from a real treasure - The National Museum of Naval Aviation. You could spend 12 hours at that place. The variety of aircraft is thorough, from the efforts of Orville and Wilbur to the FA18. It's almost too much to photograph, so I shot some of the unique fuselage graphics used to identify squadrons.

I also shot many of the "calling card" plaques left by flight groups and squadrons at Cubi Bay Cafe in the Phillipines, and now hanging in the diner at the museum.

They're calling my flight.
UPDATE: JetWay? We don't need no stinkin' JetWay:


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