On a Squadron a few light years ago; Boss's door opens and he shouts down the corridor - 'anyone know Cleethorpes?'
I answered that I was born there (I know, never volunteer!) so was immediately given a task there to support the Inspector of Recruiting. Fly Gazelle over there, land by boating lake, then take the Mayor for a jolly round the area, a few hours of static display to drum up some new recruits and home in time to miss tea. The fact I had moved away before I was five didn't seem to be a reason not to do it.
This was 1990, and I believe was the first of what has now become a well organised and well attended 'tribute' to all the Armed Forces that puts the efforts of a lot of other places to shame. Well done Cleethorpes.