At a small airstrip near Colorado Springs, a tall, slim stranger recently asked if any of the parked planes were for rent. "All these planes are for rent, mister," said the airport operator. "But you can't fly'em without a license. Let's see your credentials." Obligingly, the stranger took out his wallet and showed his pilot's license. His name: Charles A.
Lindbergh. "Oh, my, my," said the airport man. Minutes later Lindbergh took off to look over a 15,000-acre site offered free to the U.S. Air Force for its long-planned West Point of the air....
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