At a carnival. It was a small prop plane, maybe five feet long, rusty red, and went round and round in circles. We landed close to the exit if I recall correctly.
Wow - George the crook, an Azores legend, might have only had a couple of ladies drawers in his fishnet at that time.
He owned a hole in the wall bar that was pretty popular with the military. There were also rumors that he was a terrorist when being a terrorist wasn't cool (guess it never really was). Something about bombs, fires something like that when Portugal wanted to annex the Azores. Anyway, he had a fishnet suspended in his bar filled with ball caps, undies, bras, etc AND he was a bit of a magician (or I had too much wine and he wasn't a magician never was sure) HOWEVER, he did get me to lay a real egg much to the delight of my shipmates. Now is that magic or what?. I also saw a bull walking down the street that night on the way home. You decide - they had a great local wine over there and I'm not much of a drinker. Could go either way.