After half an hour or so of happily chatting and listening to NPR, we began to be a bit concerned by the lack of obvious signage directing us to the aerodrome, but then we spotted the discreetly marked turnoff. Onward we drove, passing woods, fields, and a lot of warehouses and hangars, never catching a glimpse of any indicators of long-term parking, baggage claim, departure drop-offs. It was weird. And then we saw the sign: Welcome to Rickenbacker Airport.

Named after Ohio's WWI super-ace fighter pilot (also race car driver and cartoon scripter), Rickenbacker Airport is the international cargo airport for Ohio. No passenger airlines (except charter). Google had steered us wrong! Following quick consultation of the glove compartment map (trusty paper, not fickle bits) we turned right around and sped off to Port Columbus Airport with the lift-off countdown clock ticking. We passed John Glenn Avenue on the way, and we made it to the airport in time for me to rush to my departure gate just as the plane was beginning to board.
I thought it was quite apropos to have driven by a couple of signs of Ohio's recollection of a couple of its native sons who definitely had The Right Stuff just a day or so after I'd finally finished reading the book. (Spoiler: Glenn made it into orbit.) Verdict: The true story was astounding, the book was excellent, the movie was pretty good, and Chuck Yeager was awesome.
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