Monday, June 23, 2008
Made it home at last. I really do hate airplanes and flying. Its both to quick and to long. I much prefer walking or taking a ship.
I at least slept the entire flight from Anchorage to Los Angeles.
The boys of course went crazy upon my arrival. Melissa looked beat. I have no idea where she gets the energy to handle two Pflug boys. It was fantastic to be at my home. No matter where I travel to I always miss Florida. No where else has nightly lightning and big rains, air that smells of green vegetation, happy people, pork fat in most meals, 12 hours of day light and 12 hours of dark all year, and most important..... The Marks Street Gang. A friendlier street has never existed.