Where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain,
And the wavin’ wheat can sure look beat,
When the wind comes and there ain’t no rain….
I am back from Sunny Oklahoma. The airport there is so small that the gate numbers are just small numbers.
Don’t need no stinkin’ C39 or A27 gate numbers here. Hey. I wonder what happened to 3. I guess somebody got lost countin’ up.
But they do a good job, and the security lines are shorter. The hikes between the gates are shorter too.
They do have a bit of the Big City about them if you crave a muffin. The last time I went through there I paid $5.80 for a muffin the size of a thumb tack at the Route 66 Grille….. and it was slimy and unappetizing. I usually don’t slam small businesses on this blog, but c’mon, $5.80 for a dollop of grease?
On this trip, I took food with me and walked on by the “Grille”.