I used it every night, M-F, back in 1978-1983. It was our sorting hub for about 12 Aero Commanders (mostly Shrikes, we had the Big Iron, a 690) from all over the Midwest and east coast, hauling cancelled checks.

I got to see a Lear Jet slide off the runway, through the chain link fence and right into the cemetery off the end of the long runway one snowy night! Everyone walked away, no fire, but we thought it was pretty funny because they were already -in- the cemetery! One stop shopping!

We'd all roll in a bit after midnight, racing each other on downwind for a better parking spot, we taxied like SWA, only faster. Then we'd unload the airplane, wait for the ground guys to sort the checks, then we'd load up the NYC and BOS stuff and blast off at 2am for EWR, then BOS. We'd get into BOS about 6am, then I'd be sitting in class at UNH at 8am 'till noon, trying to keep my eyes open. That's how I worked my way through my last two years of college, and two more years after college. I swore I'd never fly all-nighters again!

This was a long time ago, obviously, it was a 'safe' neighborhood back then. Sometimes we'd borrow one of the fueler's cars and go to White Castle for bag of sliders while waiting for the sort.

The airport was small and not much going on at night, except us check haulers. Not sure how busy it is these days, but it's not too far from Lake St. Clair, which was supposed to be a nice place to hang out.