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Another flight means another picture post. Usually, when I fly between Portland and Sacramento, I get a window seat on the right side so I can see Crater Lake. I was hoping to see something different, so I reserved a left-side window seat.
We took off, crested the clouds, and headed south. I snapped some pictures, looking forward to lots of new views to record. Then we entered a cloud, not to exit until we descended into Sacramento.
Maybe I’ll have better luck on the return flight.
I flew from Portland, Ore. (PDX) to Sacramento (SMF) this morning. I had my camera with me, so I took advantage of my window seat.
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Great circle routes fascinate me; they’re so unintuitive plotted on the two-dimensional maps we normally see.
Heather flew from Portland, Ore. to Amsterdam last week, so I thought I’d map her flight.
She flew over Washington, British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, Nunavut Territory, Greenland, Iceland, and Scotland (assuming the flight was straight, probably not a safe assumption).
For those with Google Earth installed, here’s a Google Earth KMZ file.
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And remember, it takes more muscles to frown than to smile, even if the jokes aren’t that funny.
Bob, the PDX shuttle bus driver
Bob drives a shuttle bus between the Portland airport terminal and its economy blue lot. At least, that’s what he’s paid to do. Bob obviously views his role as so much more: he wants to bring happiness into his passengers’ lives.
As he drives away from the terminal, Bob introduces himself and explains the routine. He tells a corny joke or two on the way.1What do you call a deer without eyes? No-eye dear (or is that no idear?). Why doesn’t Tigger have any friends? He’s always playing with Pooh. On the overpass, he thanks everyone for riding his bus and for their patience. Then he reminds us to smile because it’s more efficient. And everyone does.
Bob has a routine. The jokes can vary.2Well, they could. But they don’t, not that much. ;-) And the result is always the same. I exit Bob’s bus with a “Thanks, Bob!” and a smile on my face.
Thanks, Bob! You made my day.
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If you have any questions about what’s allowed and what’s not, I can tell you. I can even tell you why the rules exist. You can raise your hand or yell, ‘Hey, Fred!’
Fred, the TSA Employee at PDX
Normally, the security lines at PDX are brutal. They’re not particularly long; the pain is caused by TSA agents yelling at the waiting travelers to get their tickets out of their jackets and get their IDs out.
Today was different. Another TSA agent not assigned to check IDs was roaming through the lines, offering assistance on the process and a little humor, referring to the X-ray and metal detector area as “stressville” and his domain as “the relaxing area.”
It was a nice change.
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