Scoot where you want, will you?

I shadowed Footloose out at the Marri-rott this evening and rode my li'll Honda out to Linconshire to do so. I discovered this neat little airport on the way out there, maybe ten minutes past O'hare. Quite a few planes on the ramp, some learjets, your assorted dentist killers. These huge decaying hangers. Maybe I'll stop by tomorrow and poke around until someone calls the Homeland Security and/or I make myself late for work.