My dad would take us out to Berry Field, as it was called then, on Sunday afternoons. We could be in this photo. He took my brother and me for our first plane ride there when I was 12 (would have been the summer of 1938). We rode in an Ogden trimotor that sold seats for a couple of dollars. A few years later when I was in my teens, a neighbor boy and I rode our bikes from East Nashville to the airport and rode in a sleek Waco open-cockpit biplane.