This is the back corner of Tweed-New Haven airport, on the East Haven side. A cricket is stuck in the wall, apparently unaware that the sun has risen and it can stop rubbing together those deafening wings. No portraits or fancy plaques hang on the wall. And, of course, Charlie. There is a plaque.
Landing is the first.
This is the home, it turns out, of the Connecticut Aircraft Pilots Association. A bunch of guys who love to fly. Then they all jump into their planes. They fly to Groton for lunch. I can't picture Terrell making small talk.