I had the unique experience of growing up by Love Field, a former Army Air Corps base in the late 1950’s. There were old warplanes parked just off the road going around the base. We played in most of them.
Our favorite group was a row of a out a dozen B 17’s parked in a row. The only thing between us and them was a three strand barb wire fence.
All the manual flying controls still worked.
A maintenance crew drove by while we were in them one afternoon while we were in one. We knew we were in trouble when one of the men walked over to us. All he said was, “Have fun, and don’t get hurt.”
My Brothers and I along with other neighbor boys played on the wrecked B-17s at Nuta’s Boatyard on the Miami River, 1943-46.
Just west of 17 Ave and NW N River Drive.
Also rode the wake, In a row boat, of PT Boats, going out the river in the early morning. The the long hard rowing to get back to Nuta’s.