Speaking of Windy City stories - one day in metro Chicago I was out on lead work, going door to door asking questions, when I hit the jackpot and found two elderly guys who had aviation experience. After getting the required info from them talk devolved into flying. One of them had started working maintenance in the days when DC-2s and DC-3s were still new, he still had a lot of the paraphernalia he used when he was doing that and I was privileged to see it. He related a story about working at a Chicago-area airport one day as a young man, he was picking up some extra bucks working for the airport manager, when a guy with a big handlebar mustache, high boots and a tan uniform walked in and wanted gasoline for his airplane; he wanted it put on his "tab." My host told this guy he couldn't do that, the manager said no credit, cash or get lost. The guy in the uniform said he knew the manager and this arrangement would be all right; he also asked my host if he (host) knew who he was. My host responded that it didn't matter to him if this guy with the bush and the boots was (Divine Entity) himself, he wasn't going to get gasoline on credit at that airport. According to him this set-to had escalated in decibel level until it had attracted a small crowd. Some time shortly after this exchange the manager came quickly into the room and explained to my friend this "guy" was Roscoe Turner and did indeed know the manager. Surprisingly, he kept that part-time job after that. Turner was always well turned-out when the cameras were around but apparently he wasn't quite so spiffy when this happened - and "Gilmore" the lion cub wasn't with him, either.