The Marshfield Municipal Airport is just one town over from Scituate, so we frequently see little planes buzzing about the sky. I’d love to fly… I think it would wonderful. But it’s a wealthy man’s hobby and I have neither wealth nor time for any additional hobbies – so we watch them cut across the clouds and dream little dreams instead.
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I have been visiting friends in Duxbury and playing golf in Marshfield for years, but I only noticed the Marshfield a few months ago. Must be more richies these days.
It would be nice, wouldn’t it? There is a very small private airfield at the end of the road we live on. We get an ample taste of how the other half lives, though traffic quiets down through winter.
My husband satisfies that urge a bit as he flies from place to place on Google Earth. It’s pretty neat to “fly” over places all over the world.