1/27/01 NW401 MSP-DFW DC-9-30
Yet another DC-9-30 instead of an A319 stood at the jetbridge, ready to operate NW401 to Dallas/Fort Worth on this chilly morning in Minneapolis. We checked our bags through and made our way down the seemingly never-ending G Concourse to gate G20 and boarded our aged aircraft. My mom and I had seats 2C and D (I took the window, of course) and we pushed back from the gate on time at 7:20am. The main advantage of gate G20 is that it's one of the closest to runway 30L, translating to a quick departure from frigid Minnesota. Flying time to Dallas-Fort Worth was 2 hours 8 minutes, which was made all the more enjoyable by the pretty brunette flight attendant working First Class. Breakfast was a hot ham and egg plate, a selection of fruits, and hot coffee cake, which was almost as good as the cinnamon rolls that NW so rudely took off the breakfast menu some six months ago. I began nodding off after looking at the SkyMall catalog (you know, it's a new catalog but the stuff's all the same) and reading an interesting WorldTraveler article on the construction of the new Detroit Midfield Terminal. In the article, it highlighted opinions of NW frequent fliers on the new terminal, quoting one Jeff DeWoskin who is one of NW's "top ten frequent flyers", logging about 200,000 miles per year, as he flies DTW-PEK every 10 days! Anyways, I was jolted awake by the DC-9's wheels hitting runway 17L 30 minutes early, after which we pulled into gate 5. We retrieved our luggage and went off with family for a quick weekend visit, consisting mostly of Scrabble, political debate, and barbecue (I'm only good at the latter two). We set off from the house on Monday morning.
NW406 DFW-MSP DC-9-40 N752NW 1/29/01
My mom called into town on Monday morning, just checking in on the weather, and found that a messy ice storm (changing over to snow) was moving in on the Minneapolis area. Of course, my mom predicted impending doom, worrying that we would be stuck in Dallas for the next two days. We still made it out to DFW Airport, checking in for our flight and getting our boarding passes (1A and B). We boarded the aircraft, greeted by an attractive blond stewardess named Heidi and a Mexican flight attendant "se llama" Alejandro, who broke the mold for most male F/As by flirting with Heidi the entire flight, her laughter audible throughout the cabin for the duration of the trip. We left the gate on time at 1:00pm , taxied over International Drive, and joined the departure wait for runway 18L in our 33-year-old DC-9-40, taking off at about 1:15 pm. The lunch served by Alejandro y amigos was a turkey plate over pineapple dressing, which was pretty good. I passed most of the flight listening to DMX and laughing at the hype of the DTW Midfield article (You'll feel like you're at Disneyland ). We descended through some clouds and touched down about 20 minutes ahead of schedule, parking at gate F15. I noticed after we had arrived that few flights were boarding, and saw that most flights for later that night were cancelled. We had just beaten the icestorm into town. I laughed again as I saw the curiously long line for the 4:50pm flight to Boston, thinking of many movies with the line "Just get me somewhere!". It was the only flight still on time. We claimed our luggage again and left the airport, satisfied with another good performance from Northwest.