This is like a new take on "Hey, guess where I'm calling you from? The plane!" I'm in the Ted Stevens (the sign made me laugh out loud; he's the notorious porklover senator here) Airport awaiting my bush plane flight to Kenai. Tomorrow I'll be dancing in a tiny tiny club where they apparently have lawn chairs for seating!

Sunday night I fulfilled my lifelong dream of dancing at Mary's Club; more on that, for sure, later.