Goodbye, everybody. I've got to go.

My last moments in Alaska were accompanied by none other that the man himself. Louie Karlberg. I flew out of Anchorage, Louie's hometown, so we called him up for a little dinner date. We asked him to take us to the most authentic Anchorage restaurant, and this is what we got: The Lucky Wishbone. It was a greasy chicken place that previously served as a 'hang out' for air force and military. It was actually pretty good, I must admit, and the company was wonderful. The place is quaint and it decorated with military pictures and gear. So, hats off to you, Louie. You picked a great place! And it was the best final moments I could ask for.