I stood up, grabbed my pack, and scooted past the TSA area. I was then in N GATE terrain. It was a strange deal, made stranger by the fact that I had not gotten any sleep since two nights before. The flight to Seattle had tired me out further. Pilots should really leave well enough alone. This one forewarned that there would be turbulence between Yakutat and Cordova –my fears were soon intensified – it appeared as though there was a massive storm front – one that was like a dark, ominous curtain, directly ahead of us. I finally deduced that we were flying into the dark of the evening. This is what happens when you leave the land of the midnight sun.
The second flight was a tad bit bumpy. It felt like I was riding in a dump truck with no shocks. But it was a quick, 1 ½ hour flight.
So here I am, in the Sacramento Airport Baggage area. If one must be stuck someplace, this is a good place to be stuck. I keep hearing these strange announcements such as “Alaska Airlines is paging William Pearson.” What, I wonder, do they want with him?” Maybe he won the lottery. . .
It seems like everyone has a suitcase on wheels – whoever came up with this idea must have made themselves a killing. The use of wheels eliminated the need for sky porters – that’s what they used to call them.
The baggage conveyor system has been activated. It makes a whirring sound that is interspersed by the clunk of baggage hitting the base of the moving parts. It is not flat; if it were, people like me would go for a joy ride.
Most are holding cellphones to their ears as they are trundling past. Here comes security – he’s moving fast. Outside, it’s hazy. Ate breakfast, muesli purchased at Fred Meyers as we were heading out of town. Am now going to review the clinic notes from my last visit.
163. 6/20/15: Friday Morning Lesson: Important Revelations