The diner waitress on the right explained that fairly often, visiting pilots offer her airplane rides around the pea patch. That’s nifty. I envied her. Obvious from the clock on the wall,, the car Chuck had arranged to be present in the parking lot when we arrived . . . . . . . did not happen. Chuck drove an airport car to Urbana and arranged for us to have the best car on their “lot” for the trip home.