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ALASKA
Chapter 1

My grandson Zane was keeping a calendar, so there was no way I wasn't going to visit him. 5 years old would never understand the problems of money and needing to work. I was due there on the 10th of July, and by golly, that is when I would arrive. It had been a year and a half since I had seen him and that was a third of his young life. No way could I pass up the opportunity for sound adult reasons like lack of funds, being a caregiver for my invalid wife, etc. I enlisted my 3 local sons to take turns with my wife, made arrangements for her meals, and I was good to go.

I had a flight leaving Atlanta at 3:49 PM, so I left Savannah early that morning. My plan was to stop at my sister-in-law's house. She was to drop me off at the airport about 2:00 and I would take care of business and wait for my flight. Worked fine, except my flight was an hour delayed, so I had an extra hours wait. My connection in Denver could be made with a little luck (I hoped). We got to Denver with 10 minutes to make the connection, 5 of which were taken up getting out of the plane. Naturally, the departure terminal was at the other end of the concourse. I took off running, no mean feat for an out of shape, overweight 60 year-old with a heavy carry-on. I prayed my bags would move as fast. After several hundred yards of huffing and puffing, I finally noticed the moving walkways. I got on at the first entrance and continued running. I was really zooming!

I got to the departure gate on time and was informed by the stony-faced clerk that the flight for Seattle had already left. Argghh! Air rage! He coolly further informed me I needed to go to customer service, which just happened to be next to the gate from which I had run such a long distance. I swallowed my bile and my anger and walked-slowly-back to customer service. A cheerful representative informed me he could put me on standby for a flight leaving in about an hour that would let me make my connection for Anchorage. I told him I would name my third grandchild after him, if it were a boy, if he could get me on that flight. He said he would see what he could do. Mine was the first standby name called. My next grandchild will be named Glenn (if it's a boy). And if my daughter-in-law and son agree, of course.

(To be continued.)

Chapter 2