It rather resembles a summer camp. Rhode, who had braces on his teeth and a fondness for aerial work breaks on the nearby Bunting trampoline. Everybody showed up in shorts looking slightly disheveled. Trading insults all the while. The narrow grass landing strip lies tucked between concealing acres of soybeans and corn.
Planes taking off appear to be launched skyward, mysteriously, from amid the cornstalks.
While many of the banners towed by Bunting's Ocean Aerial Ads Inc. remain the same week after week, most are put together or updated daily from a stock of some 5,000 nylon letters, numbers and symbols housed in the handsome white barn that sheltered horses and mules in the days before airplanes. We didn't just fly that once. We flew it a lot. He reserves the right to edit messages for taste. Potential offenders are less often personal messengers than over-enthusiastic bar owners boosting comparative anatomy contests.