Don’s meds that are due will not arrive until tomorrow so he made arrangements with our neighbor to pick up our mail when UPS delivers it.
Dick arrived right at 7:30 AM as scheduled and off we went to the Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix. Dick dropped us off at the American Airline terminal and left. As it turned out, we were flying Alaska Airline, operated by American Airlines. We had to hop on a shuttle bus over to the correct terminal for Alaska Airline. Thankfully, we had plenty of time since our flight wasn’t departing until 10:40 AM.
At security, Don had to be scanned and “frisked” because of his pacemaker. Going through security is such a hassle, but hey, 9-11 sure created a lot of jobs for a lot of people, huh? Who pays their salaries, anyway? Is it Homeland Security? If so, you and I pay the security agents to shake us down at airports. Thank you, Islam extremists terrorists.
Ok, off my soapbox.
There are a lot of very nice murals in the air terminals depicting Arizona history. As we waiting for 10:20 AM, Don enjoyed a coffee and a blueberry muffin and I enjoyed taking pictures in the airport.
While waiting at the gate, we observed that Sky Harbor is a very busy airport, one plane after another taking off. Our seat mate was a nice gentleman of Dutch Reform heritage with relatives still living in Holland. He works for a very large dairy farm company over in Buckeye.
Our flight was very nice and we enjoyed visiting with our Dutch Reform friend who was traveling to a community north of Seattle to meet his wife and babysit his grandchildren for the weekend.
Landing was easy and we headed to the Rail to take us to Baggage Claim. Next stop, Hertz Rental, via shuttle bus. We got our car and directions to 405 and we were on our way to my niece’s.
I like the Pacific Northwest already.
Thank you, Lord, for safety today.