Ari Selects Alaska Airlines For His Maiden Voyage

(See pictures of Ari's first flight.)

Ari took his first flight today. It was very impromptu. Daddy was headed to San Francisco and the thought of being away from Ari for 4 days was already making him homesick. So Ari and Mommy decided to come along. This would not only give Ari an opportunity to pay homage to the town where his parents met but also start working at a very young age towards the attainment of elite status on the airline frequent flier programs.

Now Ari may only be two months old, but he knew he had his choice of carrier today, and he’s glad he chose Alaska Airlines. Unlike the grouchos you sometimes run into on those big,

impersonal carriers out East, many of the folks at Alaska Airlines have that Alaskan friendliness. The crew carried his stroller down the gangway for us, let us keep his car seat on board, posed for pictures with Ari, and even let him land the 737 in Seattle…(oops!—wasn’t supposed to share that).

Ari found the airplane shushing sound to be as soothing as the sounds of the womb. People sometimes criticize airplane food, but Ari found the food on Alaska Airlines (breastmilk) to be every bit as good as what he has at home. When we ran out, one of the flight attendants even volunteered hers….

Well, not exactly. But you get the idea. Ari thanks Alaska Airlines for making his first airplane trip so pleasant and memorable. He now considers himself to be a customer for life and plans to enroll in the Alaska Airlines Mileage Plan as soon as he learns how to say his name.

Comments

[Scott McMurren]

Bob--Ari is a fine young man. I'm glad you've got pics of his first flight. I remember taking young Drew on his first flight. We rode a NW 747 between Seattle and Minneapolis up front. Jeez. The kid had his own seat. Ridiculous. Set the stage for that embarrassing moment several years later when we were waiting in line to board:
"Dad, are we traveling First Class?" said Drew.
"No," I said, softly.
"WHY NOT?" he whined.
"A-a-a-a-a-g-h," I cried.

Later in his flying career, Drew made quite an "impression". So "dramatic", in fact, that I had to hold him at arm's length while everyone got out of the way as I raced to the restroom. He actually had to stand on the sink platform while I sponged him down. Christy had to hand me some new clothes through the door. Back at our "seats", the flight attendants had stripped off the cushions and stashed them in the galley, double-wrapped in thick-guage garbage bags. Whew.
It thrills me to know you've got these kinds of memories to look forward to with such a strapping, robust boy like Ari! HAHAAAA (usually I would insert my website here, y'know). HA!