I arrived at 5 a.m. on Wednesday for my flight to Detroit, then on to Charlotte. It was actually a bustling place, but the crowd felt more like a group sending kids off to camp than an airport. People didn't really line up for check-in, but rather waited in a huddle for the next kiosk or place at the counter.
Once through the 8-foot long security line, we waited in an area about as big as my kitchen. And when that filled up, a door was opened and we filed out onto the tarmac. As we all admired the stunning sunrise, an airport official with a clipboard checked our names against his list.
Then we climbed the stairs up into the turbo-prop, just like the old days of airline travel, before long tunnels from airport to airplane. How I love standing on the tarmac, like a real aviator!
To sum it up, if you put your local large airport in a shrinking machine, out would come the tiny Alpena Airport. You'd have everything on a smaller scale. Well, except fora Starbucks.
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