The summer after third grade, my dad was sent to Dallas for 6 weeks to learn how to repair a new IBM machine (he was an IBM repairman for almost 30 years). Mom and I got to go with him; there was a motel close to Love Field called, simply, Love Field Inn. I have no idea if it's still there but MAN, for six weeks, I was living the dream: swimming every day in the pool, going to the lobby to admire the fancy central staircase, having maid service (though after a while, Mom felt bad about the maid having to make our beds every day and told her just to stop in every 2-3 days). I also met a bunch of kids whose dads were also IBM repairmen there to learn how to fix the...whatever...and we all became instant friends. I remained pen pals with the one girl for years afterwards, and she and her parents once visited us for a few hours when they were in the Cleveland area.
I also remember the occasional pilot or flight attendant staying at the motel. Once, an off-duty and VERY drunk pilot was amusing himself literally frying an egg on the sidewalk. It was 112° that day...I didn't love that part <g>.
