This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
Showing posts with label Horizon Air. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horizon Air. Show all posts
18 April 2009
Off to Seattle
19 May 2008
Seattle to Medford
After a leisurely breakfast with Peg and Patrick, we drive to SeaTac, noting along the way the evidence of an elevated railroad which is said to be open for business sometime in 2009. We do claim credit for resisting the urge to go to the Issaquah Cafe for the usual BOB, Breakfast on a Biscuit. The airport is as crowded Monday at noon as any other time but the folks at Horizon Air try valiantly to be extra nice to cheer you up. The retail part of SeaTac continues to grow. Below is a map of the Puget Sound area showing the course of the light rail system to be opened in 2009.
I wonder why the TSA hasn't come in for some parody or satire in the usual places? Maybe they have and amid the dreary sameness of TVland I just missed it. Surely, they must overtake the DMV as the poster child for bad government service: I can see it now on the attack ads. "If you think the TSA is bad, wait 'til you experience _____ (insert the possessive form of your Presidential candidate of choice here) government healthcare."

Daisy Jo giving us a funny look, which is the only way she knows how.
The flight attendants today reminded me of the Horizon stewardesses of old. Had they burst into song at the end of the trip I would have sworn we were transported back to those heady days of 1983, when the airline was having an exciting good time getting going, and before we knew we were on our downhill journey.

Here is our trusty steed for the trip between Seattle and Medford, a Bombardier 400, taking about 90 or so minutes I think: very egalitarian, all leather 2X2, no first class seats; and the seats are all equally hard as the padding seems to have solidified over the years, that or my bottom is more tender these days. I remember when we thought we had really moved into the big time when they bought these planes maybe 15 years ago. They still serve free beer and wine from the Northwest on these flights.
I wonder why the TSA hasn't come in for some parody or satire in the usual places? Maybe they have and amid the dreary sameness of TVland I just missed it. Surely, they must overtake the DMV as the poster child for bad government service: I can see it now on the attack ads. "If you think the TSA is bad, wait 'til you experience _____ (insert the possessive form of your Presidential candidate of choice here) government healthcare."Daisy Jo giving us a funny look, which is the only way she knows how.
The flight attendants today reminded me of the Horizon stewardesses of old. Had they burst into song at the end of the trip I would have sworn we were transported back to those heady days of 1983, when the airline was having an exciting good time getting going, and before we knew we were on our downhill journey.
Here is our trusty steed for the trip between Seattle and Medford, a Bombardier 400, taking about 90 or so minutes I think: very egalitarian, all leather 2X2, no first class seats; and the seats are all equally hard as the padding seems to have solidified over the years, that or my bottom is more tender these days. I remember when we thought we had really moved into the big time when they bought these planes maybe 15 years ago. They still serve free beer and wine from the Northwest on these flights.
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Vermont Cheddar & Minnesota Blue
TAKE TIME FOR PARADISE
Me and Joan
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Rimrocks @ Billings MT
“In beholding old stones we may feel our anxieties about our achievements–and lack of them–slacken . . . Vast landscapes [and seascapes] can have an anxiety–reducing effect similar to ruins, for they are the representatives of infinite space, as ruins are the representatives of infinite time, against which our weak, short-lived bodies seem no less inconsequential than those of moths or spiders.”—Alain de Botton in Status Anxiety
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Pleasant Hillside at Hustisford, AKA The Grassy Knoll for you conspiracy buffs
A Lot of Muellers Are Buried Here
