I lived and worked in Newfoundland (rhymes with “understand”) for three years in the mid-1970s. Newfie friends would buy a new car and leave the key in the ignition until it was traded for a new one. No one locked their doors.
In 1989 I returned for a visit and stood on the spot in St. John’s where Alcock and Brown departed on the first transatlantic flight in a Vickers Vimy. A week later I stood on the spot where they crash landed in a bog in Clifden, Ireland. NFLD is steeped in aviation history: Botwood was a stopover for the flying boats and Gander a long-time fuel stop.