On the first leg of my flight to Nantucket, I found myself in a middle "E" seat, enroute from Anchorage to Minneapolis. To my right, in the window seat, sat this very attractive young woman, who engaged herself in the task of photographing the right wing of the airplane.
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The fellow directly in front of me laid his head back and listened to whatever was playing on his Bose headset.
;)
The lady to my left read a book.
A young woman behind and to the right took a nap.
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And behind me were these people. As you can see, I did not get a chance to get a haircut and beard trim before I left. I will have to find a place in Nantucket and get it done there.
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The stewardesses came, pushing a cart with soft drinks, coffee and snacks, but no substantial food.
From time to time, I heard the squeals of a baby. It turned out to be this character. Not once did I hear this baby cry. The sounds of its squeals made me think of Jobe - and even of Kalib, not that long ago.
At one point, the lady reading the book got up and went wandering about the plane. Then I could clearly see the people across the aisle, which included this couple originally from Hyderabad, India. They have a son who lives in Anchorage.
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The lavatories were just ahead of the third row in front of me, so I could smell the chemicals all the way. A couple stood, arm in arm, waiting.
"Cookies or peanuts?" the stewardess shouted out to the gentleman in front of me. Then she cupped her ears to listen for his answer.
"Peanuts," he answered.
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Here we are, landing in Minneapolis. I believe this is a channel of the Mississippi.
I stepped out of the plane and found this dog, Sampson.
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Before boarding the next flight to Boston, I bought myself a burrito. A pilot came in and ate lunch nearby.
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I did not get my shoes shined, because they are shoes that were not made to shine.