How I Survived Travel to a “Democracy” Where I Had No Vote
We landed at the Anchorage airport, deplaned, and hurriedly hustled through the concourse. Our rapid movement was both an expression of our excitement to see our daughters, who recently moved there, as well as an acknowledgement that a battle awaited. No, not a family squabble. Instead, we were advancing in double time toward a pending pitched battle with the state.
Our trip was in August, at the height of the second wave of covid. At that time, Alaska was barely open to visitors, with three testing/quarantine options allowed. My wife and I chose to be tested at home within five days of travel and await the results upon arrival. This was the one option that didn’t require an additional test at the airport. However, we knew—knew—agents of the state would want to test us again, despite the promulgated pronouncement. And we were going to have none of that. We marched to the first checkpoint, filled out our testing declarations, and advanced to the testing line, ready to battle the minions entrusted to enforce the governor’s decree.
I Didn’t Get a Chance to Vote
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