I think that may be where I made an emergency landing in 1975. I was in NROTC summer training, 2nd class year, i.e. between sophomore and junior, and we were spending 1-2 weeks each with ships, submarines, Marines, and aviation to help us choose career paths (I had never wanted to do anything but ships, but it was fun seeing the rest). We were flying from Norfolk, Virginia to Corpus Christi, Texas, Navy flight school, on an old C-118 (DC-6) which had engine trouble and had to land somewhere near Atlanta, so it was probably Dobbins. We were stuck overnight, but it worked out o.k. for me and another middie; we met a couple of girls at the dinky little base club and just got back in time for the next leg of our flight.