A cropduster in the Midwest.  It's not really what it used to be, with turbines and 1000-gallon hoppers of stuff that can be sprayed from high altitudes (as high as 10 feet!), but somewhere there's got to be a guy running an operation with a half-dozen Pawnees (and another half-dozen in pieces that he uses for parts), where I can fly in the mornings and wrench in the afternoons.  And on weekends, I can be that heavyset older woman who sits in the diner drinking coffee.

Maybe when I retire.

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