Heeehawwww...I wondered if you'd hit that last little addition to my post. Besides flying commercials, I used to fly on various private jets out of there and every company pilot either cussed or prayed taking off.
Now, Dick Smith just loved it...he'd pull up fast and then dip the motors and yell "oh sh!t!"
But for we cattle, it was muy goodo. Park across the street (I'm talking the 70s and early 80s) and walk to the counters, and then 50 yards to the gates.
Not to mention McCormicks Landing on the other side of the runways...look out from the basement bar to landing gears and engines while ya downed a half dozen or so flaming Black Russians with some green mussels.