Alaskans are Cool People

Yesterday I had a very solid example of how cool Alaskan people are.. and this one in particular sits on city council with me, Steve Shafer.

Steve got wind that I had an airplane crash in my book. He bought me a cinnamon bun and a cup of coco and gingerly asked if I had anyone who knew anything about airplanes look over the details of my crash description to make sure they were accurate.

It was so sweet, him wanting to make sure that I got it right, and volunteering to edit that section. I advised that my crash was only spoken about in general terms, but I was sure to have a bush pilot go down in the next one and Steve would be the resource I used to make sure it was accurate.

Considering the last time I was in Steve's plane the elements of claustrophobia, woosy-ness, and the hot sun beating on the back of my head caused me to toss my cookies in the plane, the man is really gracious.

Loosing your lunch in a bush plane is no picnic, there is no place to rinse out your mouth, wash off your face, recollect yourself. Instead you have to sit in your little space holding on to the warm bag while tasting the bile for the rest of the trip. Not pleasant.

Steve gave me no hassle about it, because he is a saint.