I remember the first time I rode in an airplane was in the nineteen sixties on the only airstrip in Maynardville that I’ve had any experience with. It was a little grass airstrip that was located just beyond Cooke’s Mortuary. Clifford Stiner kept his airplane in a small hanger and used the grass strip for a runway. Of course, most of the time, he used the strip for his own pleasure. However, on one occasion a barn stormer pilot, by the name of Jones, had apparently made an arrangement with Stiner allowing him to offer rides for a small fee.