Konz (Latin: Contionacum) is a city in the Trier-Saarburg district, in Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany. It is situated at the confluence of the rivers Saar and Moselle, approx. 8 km southwest of Trier.
Konz is the seat of the Verbandsgemeinde ("collective municipality") Konz. The following villages are part of the municipality Konz:
From 18 July 1946 until 6 June 1947 Konz, in its then municipal boundary, formed part of the Saar Protectorate.
Konz is a Verbandsgemeinde ("collective municipality") in the district Trier-Saarburg, in Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany. The seat of the Verbandsgemeinde is in Konz.
The Verbandsgemeinde Konz consists of the following Ortsgemeinden ("local municipalities"):
Coordinates: 42°05′57″N 083°09′41″W / 42.09917°N 83.16139°W
Grosse Ile Municipal Airport (ICAO: KONZ, FAA LID: ONZ) is a public airport located two miles (3 km) south of the central business district of Grosse Ile, in Wayne County, Michigan, United States. It is owned by the Township of Grosse Ile.
Although most U.S. airports use the same three-letter location identifier for the FAA and IATA, Grosse Ile Municipal Airport is assigned ONZ by the FAA but has no designation from the IATA.
In 1929, the airport opened as Naval Reserve Air Base Ile, consisting of a training school, seaplane base and dirigible hangar. In 1930, Thomas Towle used the hangars to build his Towle TA-3 diesel powered amphibian. Renamed as Naval Air Station Grosse Ile during World War II, the installation operated until 1969, when it was closed and turned over to the Township in 1971 for operation as a general aviation airport. A memorial garden sits directly behind Township Hall, the former Hangar One, to honor all the men and women who served in the armed forces at the Naval Air Station Grosse Ile.
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[method man]
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