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Island to Alaska with Pictures (part 2)

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Thanks, I'm feeling better, and the shovel will help.

 

I've gotten an inspiration, but it's going to take a little work. I'll try to have it finished tomorrow.

 

Until whenever, as always Patience.

 

(I know, even I'm getting a little fed up with the Patience thing.)

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Yawn. I was just a little, yawn, tired. It’s hard to believe we are actually going to leave the beautiful Island Princess for the last time. I walked around while we waited. Our color was going to be one of the last ones called because our flight wasn’t scheduled until 9:30 post meridian. Yawn, that’s like over 12 hours away. I need a nap.

 

Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Violet, Silver, Black, Brown, Yawn, no Carl that was Fawn, Pink, Royal Blue, Navy Blue, on and on it went. We waited for, excuse me (yawn), days it seemed like. I was bored. I was tired. I was ready to do something, anything. Situation normal, I needed input. But I was tired, so I sat down and tried to take a nap.

 

Too much commotion. Maybe I can find a Coke. Mrs. C wanted one too, so I went and found us a Coke. That took a whole 10 minutes. Still waiting for them to call us. Yawn.

 

After about an hour or week or day or something they finally called our color and we went through security for the last time. (Ahhh, sniff, sniff. You’re not gonna start that whining crap again are you? No. I promise no more whining.)

 

We went down the gangway one last time. This time the very thoughtful people at Princess had a canopy over the gangway. I assumed they had the canopy up because it was raining, but I could be wrong. Maybe they were just celebrating or something, but I thought it was a pretty good thing that we didn’t have to walk down the gangway, which was made of steel that probably would get real slick if wet, in the rain. Good job! Princess.

 

Dear Princess,

 

Thank you for being thoughtful and having the forethought to have covered gangways and walkways for ships that are disembarking Whittier. When we disembarked the wonderful Island Princess on May 14, 2005, it was raining, but we didn’t even get a drop on us. It was very thoughtful.

 

Thanks,

Carl.

 

This wasn’t the inspiration I talked about earlier. (Ja think?) For that, you’ll have to do a little work. I’ve put it on the thing that begins with a b that I can’t mention. I hope you’re able to view it. If not, let me know and I’ll find another way to make it available.

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AAARRRGGG, It won't let me go there. Got to the B okay;"To see why I'm so tired go here:" Page cannot be found!!!! Oh No , Carl. Fix it.

 

You need to go on another cruise quick!! Can you hold us over with a day in an air traffic controller's life.

Come on Carl, think of something.

 

Dianne

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AAARRRGGG, It won't let me go there. Got to the B okay;"To see why I'm so tired go here:" Page cannot be found!!!! Oh No , Carl. Fix it.

 

Dianne

 

As my son used to say, I fixeded it.

 

As for the rest.........????????

 

Does Carl go quietly off into the sunset? Will Carl ever write again? Is this truly the end? Will the story that never dies finally come to a halt?

 

Tune in tomorrow (or the next day, or the next, or sometime down the road) for the next installment of ItAwP (Part II).

 

Or maybe not. Only the shadow knows.

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Is that all there is, my friend? After all this time I think we all feel like old friends. Since you started writing we've taken, and returned from our Alaska cruise (July 2005), but I hung on with PATIENCE. Now I ask for one more thing from you. When you feel you have ended this wonderful memoir, just let us know. Then we will know when to go into withdrawl.

 

Seriously, Carl, thank you so much for sharing your memories. Best wishes to you, Mrs. CWorld, and the whole C family.

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I've been humming this song for a couple of days that I though I needed to share with you. It was one of those one hit wonders sung by a group called Three Degrees. Here are the lyrics.

 

When will I see you again

When will we share precious moments

Will I have to wait forever

Will I have to suffer and cry the whole night through

 

When will I see you again

When will our hearts beat together

 

Yep, that's what's been running through my head. But then again I've got a pretty messed up head.

 

For all of you that think this might be the end, and even those of you that hope that this might be the end, let me quote one in the words of one of my all time favorite movies,

 

"I'm not dead yet"

 

I am a little busy right now, and I'm hoping things will calm down a little, but my plan is to write about our Anchorage experience which could take hours, days, months or at the rate I'm going right now, even years.

 

Dandy Don hasn't even made it to the booth.

 

I'll try to get something up later today.

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The nice driver helped us on to the bus. We took our designated place on the back seat. I don’t know why we tend to sit on the back row, but we always seem to. Back row at movie theaters, back row in church, back row in busses. It just seems to be our place. Back rows call out to me. Carl, Carl... come back here. Back where you belong. Of course, being the SA type, being on the back row gives me a better view of any suspicious activity, or any other sly sneaky types that might also be on the bus. I really look seriously at people that fight me for the back seat. That gets my spydar going real quickly.

 

Also it might have been that the back of the bus had a bench like seat instead of those cramped pseudo airline seats that the rest of the bus had. We had some room to spread out. I was hoping that Mrs. C would give me the back seat and move up a row so I could catch a short nap. I was pretty beat. I hadn’t slept very well. The bus was too full, and Mrs. C and I had to share the back row.

 

The bus, excuse me, Escorted Motorcoach driver got on and started up the escorted motorcoach. He made the standard safety announcement then he did something that I thought was pretty amazing. He asked us if we wanted his commentary while we were on the road, or if we just wanted to sleep or something? I thought that was pretty thoughtful of him. He genuinely cared about what we wanted. You could tell. Touching, don’t cha think? The bus opted for commentary, which turned out to be a pretty good thing.

 

The driver, I’ll call him Bob, mainly because I don’t have the foggiest idea what his name was and whenever I don’t remember a man’s name I tend to think of them as Bob, told us that we had 25 minutes or so until our time to go through the tunnel, so we just sat around and listened while he told us a little about Whittier.

 

Bob on Whittier...

 

Bob told us that Whittier Alaska is a unique town. All of its residents live in one building. Now that’s not a big deal in some of the little bitty towns in Oklahoma that only have 10 people that live in them, but Bob said, that as many as 400 people live have lived in Whittier, but the population was down some now. All these people live in the same building. It’s a run down one room schoolhouse looking shack in the middle of town...

 

STOP IT!!!!

 

What?

 

You’re lying again.

 

Me lie?

 

Yes you, lie. It’s not nice to lie to these nice people.

 

What am I lying about?

 

Whittier, the one room shack...

 

That’s not a lie that’s just... just... Artistic License.

 

AU-Tistic License?

 

No, ARTistic License. That’s where you take facts and turn them in to a story.

 

Oh, you mean you take a fact and twist it to mean you want it to even if it’s wrong, inflammatory, mean and wholly inaccurate?

 

You make it sound so ugly.

 

So do you. Whittier might be a lovely town with lovely people, but you’re lying about it gives people the wrong impression. Is that what you mean to do?

 

You make it sound so ugly. But if I get real good at it, I might get a job at the New York Times. That would rock.

 

Maybe you should quit thinking about the New York Times and get on with the truth about Whittier.

 

OK, no lies, but I don’t promise not to embellish.

 

I can live with that.

Back to where I was before I was so rudely interrupted.

 

The building all of the people in Whittier live in is a fairly large, fairly modern looking 4-5 story apartment building. You can kind of see it in the distance in the photo I took of Whittier. I’ve enhanced it a little. If you go to the blog and look at this post you’ll see what it looks like.

 

Enough for tonight. See ya soon, or later.

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