Margie had a physical therapy appointment in Anchorage this morning, so I had her drop me off at the side of the Parks Highway as she left town. I then went looking for food, and wound up at Mat-Su Family Restaurant, about 30 feet away.
This is my waitress, waiting on someone else.
I am a generous person and am happy to share my waitress with others.
Here is a fellow who has already finished his breakfast, walking back to his vehicle, keys ready to be inserted in the ignition.
She came by refilling coffee cups.
This is the view that I see as I look out my Family Restaurant window: Alaska.
Now I am walking home from Family Restaurant - close to four miles. A dog comes riding over the hill. There is a man in the vehicle with him.
The dog wishes the man would get out for once, and let the dog drive.
But the man won't. The dog does not understand why.
Bill. I think you should go to bed. Get some sleep.
A military jet passes overhead.
Then a military raven flies by. It is carrying little bombs. They will not kill you, but you don't want to get bombed - not by a raven, anyway.
This is Ken Clark. He is wondering why a strange looking man is walking down the street towards him, taking his picture.
He was very amused once he found out.
Now he will be remembered forever.
Just by looking, you can see that this was a very warm day. It got above freezing.
I suppose some people like it that way, but not me.
Not this time of year.
It's just not right.
It's like mother nature has forgotten where we're at.
Through the Window Metro Study, #42A. That's Karl, Carmen's brother-in-law, and Cindy.
On my way home from my coffee break, I had to stop for these moose. Some may not believe this, but if this had been a cold, snowy, winter, instead of the warm farce that it has been, we would be seeing many more moose.
The number of horses would remain the same.