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The strange creature you see at the head of the page is not really a freak of nature. His name is Runway. And at the time that picture was taken, he made his home amidst a pile of clean shop rags in the main hangar at Frankfort Municipal Airport. 

Runway was what you call a mascot of sorts. He got that name because FKR, being a rural airport, was bordered on three sides by cornfields; and Runway had free run of the entire two-hundred-fifty-or-so acre airfield. Many a local pilot who'd be setting up on short final for two-seven, would watch this ever enlarging black dot dart across their path as they began to flare. 

Runway. He would be known to occasionally take a short nap in the left seat of nine-eight-kilo if a careless student forgot to latch the door securely. One day, Runway got a little too frisky and found himself in the path of that same airplane's prop! A quick trip to the animal hospital in the courtesy car, followed by seventy-five-odd stitches in his back, soon began Runway's version of ground school. He learned that a turning propeller and that a close proximity to it was a bad combination! 

That brings me full circle to the digital abomination at the top of the page. If it were only possible, in real life, to surgically alter the dog in such a manner! Surely that extra eye would have helped him in avoiding the fate of being kissed by that spinning blade!