Blomster Field Farm Airport

I landed but there was no jetway to main terminal - or in this case an old house that looked like something out of Green Acres. I waited for my luggage to arrive but apparently there was no ground crew working that day. Coming from Indiana, I am accustomed to things being a little "backward", but I was not prepared for my encounter with the owner of the airport - CCP. I was wanting to get on my way but he kept going on with stories about meeting Mohammed Ali, and drinking Aquavit with Victor Borgia, and slam jamming some kinda vertical banjo at some German place in his old college town... he went on and on about his boyhood life and adventures in Norway, and cliff diving off the coast of Fredonia, and all the girls he fell in love with and on and on and on and on..... aiy yi yi!!!