Tommy Gun was chief pilot of Mortons when I was there. He'd been given a lovely cigarette case with an inscribed picture of a Dove. It was in appreciation of landing wheels up with minimum damage.
That was about the time the new airport was being completed. At night, one could walk about in the passenger terminal in total solitude.
Memories again. But a DC3. Drove over the fallen wire fence and parked near the aircraft. There was a man asleep in a van, guarding it. It was full of newly printed money. Arriving at Basel we were met with soldiers and tanks.