1) In my first time on a plane in like 12 years or so, I fly over farm-fields, and compared to farm-fields that I had flown over on that last longer cross-country plane-trip like 12 years or so ago, these ones are just full of those tall sleek white three-bladed windmills, and I can see just tons of them on the ground, for like a full ten, fifteen minutes or so, during the first part of the flight.
2) When I board the first leg of my trip in the college town that I now live in, the door-gate guy sees my full itinerary and says that their old manager now manages the gate at the city that I'll ultimately arrive in, and to say hi to him from all of them at his old job.
And, I do.
Like, he's not there, but I pass along the hello through the gate-agent who I meet, there.
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