Last time round we flew Indianapolis-Chicago-Seattle-Anchorage-Kodiak with a total in air time of 12 hours. This time we were scheduled to fly Indianapolis-Dallas-Anchorage-Kodiak with a total flight time of 9 hours. Looking at the map it makes no sense how this time could be shorter, but I have figured it out. The 6 and a half hour flight from Dallas to Anchorage listed on our itinerary was really just over 8 hours. I was so excited when we only had an hour and a half to go, and was non-plussed to find out it was another 3 hours, but we made it.
We're here in Anchorage waiting to fly to Kodiak.
In Dallas I saw a man that resembled my late uncle Wally who in turn resembled Santa Clause and played him at Christmas time before he passed. The man in Dallas was talking to someone else he had recently met and I over heard (Santa always talks loudly and has a hearty laugh so he is not hard to hear) him talking about his desire to play Santa in the coming years because there is fat cash involved.
Now for what I heard:
Man: So you want to play Santa, do you have any grandkids?
Santa: No, I don't even have regular kids I had the wife spayed early on so we never had kids. She loves it when I say that.
Me: Chuckle
Sonya: Don't ever say that about me!
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As we arrived in Anchorage and walked around the airport I noticed many people decked out in camouflage sporting gun cases. Hanging around Mr. T as much as I have I can't help myself but to strike up conversation with fellow animal chasers and I was curious to know what they were hunting so I asked a guy as we passed on the escalator.
Me: What you huntin'?
Camo Man: Bear.
Me: I hope you get a fat one!
Cam Man: Oh, I'm done and I didn't get anything.
I know bear hunting and bird hunting are not the same, but I sure am pleased as pie Mr. T and I didn't come back empty handed from North Dakota last fall.
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