and..Gander is where I made my first North American landfall when I immigrated to the US at the tender age of 11 in 1955, flying from Hamburg to Idlewild (anyone remember what that is?) on Flying Tiger Lines (a cargo line, I believe, converted to charter service for immigrants), with another stop in KEF. Ah, the memories...and then a friend of my Mom's got me at Idlewild, went with me (just a tad exhausted) up the Empire Stae Building, giving me TWO awesome experiences, because she also fed me root beer, totally unknown in post-war Europe. Then she put me on the Nickel Plate Railroad to Cleveland, where my Mom was awaiting.