In the morning, Peggy's (along with Club Paris one of the
oldest surviving eateries in the city). I had hot links and
eggs over easy, the former a bright lurid red but decent-
tasting commercial product, the latter over hard, nothing
being easy in Alaska. And a slice of gooseberry pie, as I've
not seen a gooseberry in decades. Peggy's is famous for pie.
It's pretty good, the crust flaky, the filling slightly
overdone.

Milwaukee's Best: it's been a long time since I had this
(it's now made by Miller). Better than PBR and approaching
Rolling Rock, i.e. thoroughly mediocre but dead cheap.

Dinner: Rock Cornish hens in a Dijon and maple sauce.
These were the biggest game hens I've ever seen, close on
2 1/2 lb each (the size regular chickens used to be), so
we ate only half apiece, washed down with sufficient beer.

Connie made us walk around Lake Cheney before my flight, as
both her husband and I looked a little worse for wear after
pounding a half case of brew between us.

And so to the airport, where security as usual took but a
couple minutes. Yes, monitor, Humpy's was obvious enough
that even I could hardly avoid tripping over it.

CO 223 ANC SEA 0035 0453 753 11F

A quite full flight, but I had an empty middle next to me.
I fell asleep as we sped down the runway and woke only when
the plane made a fairly hard landing. It was before opening
time for the PC, so I hung around the WN gate for a bit,
noting that the custom is in fact somewhat different, and
not in a good sense, from that of the legacies. Despite
the no-charge-for-bags policy, they seemed to be carrying
more junk than the slightly more disciplined UA/CO flyers.
They also seemed to be younger. Younger does not necessarily
mean more attractive.

UA 916 SEA IAD 0729 1530 752 4D Ch9 Empower

A bit of a scrum at boarding, and the agent turned away
some at the reader. One of these claimed that he had heard
Zone 2 being called. Many are called but few are chosen,
or perhaps he heard the boarding announcement for the next
flight over. Or perhaps he was a bold gate louse.

Two FAs, both older than myself; one smiled and exchanged
quips with the passengers; the other poker-faced and not
very forthcoming. Both provided good service.

Channel 9 was refused.

20 of 24 in the cabin were 1K or above, which I learned by
listening to the FA thanking each pax for his or her
loyalty.

We got offered the fruit plate with yogurt or so-called
scrambled eggs. These turned out to be the same rolled
chive omelet that I've seen before; it was tasty though
done a bit harder than before and than I like. The same
brown'n'serve sausages and rather tasty cumined potatoes.
This day's croissant smelled buttery, so I bit into it -
flaky and delicious; I could have been at Au Bon Pain if
not in France.

Good Courvoisier. Napped. Hot towels shortly before
landing, which was a quarter hour early.