It was 7 below zero and 12:45 a.m. when I left Anchorage for Phoenix, a city where I don’t think it’s ever been below zero. My layover in Seattle was marked by several startling holiday visions:
- An electric cart driven by Mrs. Santa; beside her, Santa played the guitar and sang “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas.”
- A life-sized plush snowman and a holiday princess walking through saying “Merry Christmas!”
- An old time Father Christmas giving coloring books to kids and asking adults to applaud in appreciation of several embarrassed-looking Navy dudes.
- A quartet of strolling carolers wearing Dickensian garb.
- Someone dressed as a reindeer and what I think was a one-man band (but since the music was far away, it could also have been a one-woman band).
But you know what seems stranger than that now? The fact that I took a walk in shirtsleeves, on sidewalks I could actually see.


