Saturday, November 18, 2006
I know, I talk about my little airport park a bit. I am only there about 1/2 hour each week. It is my refuge before having to be hyper-focused on operational issues at work, before I have to answer the phone, talk on the radio, organize large loads, and interface with a bunch of folks who are looking to me for the answers. The park has given me some wonderful respite, allowed me to breathe before I head into a concrete grey warehouse.
A nice hanging lenticular at the top of Denali as viewed from the park.
Me, in uniform leaving the park.