tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147743897148651430.post5369026665716303141..comments2008-01-21T19:35:28.541-09:00Myron Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10097357474717973440noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147743897148651430.post-15199527129100296472008-01-21T19:35:00.000-09:002008-01-21T19:35:00.000-09:002008-01-21T19:35:00.000-09:00

I've had stuff like this happen in the past but I never actually "DO" anything about it.This experience is pretty amazing for me anyway as I never really go any where. It's kind of strange really, she could have gotten a ride home through various means but somehow I looked "safe" or something I don't know what. When taking her home I had this flashback of when I was a kid of "Don't talk to

Myron Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10097357474717973440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147743897148651430.post-44847191789703517352008-01-20T20:46:00.000-09:002008-01-20T20:46:00.000-09:002008-01-20T20:46:00.000-09:00

I can relate to the faint feeling of regret in not having the courage or forethought to initiate an adventure with a stranger - perhaps in some serendipitous turn of fate, she'll be on your next flight as well. Or some other interesting person.

Melissa Leeannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11459994189705059801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147743897148651430.post-76242990403936861822008-01-18T01:23:00.000-09:002008-01-18T01:23:00.000-09:002008-01-18T01:23:00.000-09:00

I was only bored Monday night... and I was tired anyway so it was okay!

Myron Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10097357474717973440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147743897148651430.post-70271559328620992352008-01-16T15:49:00.000-09:002008-01-16T15:49:00.000-09:002008-01-16T15:49:00.000-09:00

Excellent blog! But sorry you were bored in Anchorage. I should have sent you up with a shopping list. ;)

Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16004191107204359618noreply@blogger.com