In Anchorage that is. After a three hour delay on the tarmac last night, I finally made it safely to Anchorage and the land of the midnight sun. It was not until we started our take off that it really hit me This journey that I have been dreaming of was actually going to happen. As I looked out the window of the plane all I could see was my Papa, flying his plane alongside ours, smiling at me from the cockpit of his own P-40. That is when it dawned on me what I had forgotten to pack- Kleenex.
Off to breakfast with Author- Mary Breu. Stay tuned for more details....
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