Block-A-Day 164 – Homer Municipal Airport
The last flight I took at Stapleton was when I went to my mother’s funeral in Phoenix. The Pope had been here and the flight to Phoenix was filled with nuns going home. That is not a sight you see every day.
The last flight I took at Stapleton was when I went to my mother’s funeral in Phoenix. The Pope had been here and the flight to Phoenix was filled with nuns going home. That is not a sight you see every day.
I was ready and waiting behind the bus when the driver came around to load our luggage. I had left enough space for the rear doors to open. Just then these two middle aged men and their preteen sons pushed their way in front of me talking to each other the whole time.