Dear Juneau,
I didn't want you to hear it from KTOO or the Empire first, but it now appears it's too late as someone's already broken the story. I'm sorry, I never meant for it to be like this. But I think we should take a break.
I know we've been through this before, but I want you to know I'm not leaving you. I could never do that. (I'm fogged in). I'm just sort of thinking . . . like maybe we need some time apart. Specifically Tuesdays and Saturdays. Also southbound flights on Sundays and Wednesdays.
Not forever . . . just until March when I can figure my shit out a little? At that point I'm pretty sure Sundays could be added back into the schedule. I'm even thinking by May we can sort of pick up where we left off. I don't know. I just kind of have to see what happens.
I think maybe things with us just got too heavy too fast, what with a year-round commitment beginning in the summer of 2015. I guess I didn't anticipate all the demands. Or the lack thereof, I guess I should say. But I'm going to take care of you. If I didn't love you, would I be setting you up and rerouting you with a partner airline? And of course I'll totally give you your money back for that big trip we had planned.
It is what it is, I guess. That's the way life goes, and only time will tell what the future holds. Maybe someday I won't have so many people congregating at my boarding door and all sorts of pressures from my shareholders.
Juneau, part of your business will always live deep inside of me. I want you to know that. You're my MVP, my Platinum Elite. You always challenged me--with your dangerous mountain passes, apocalyptic weather patterns, and specialized pilot certification and clearance required to land in you.
You really made me grow, and no matter what happens, I will always love you for that.
Take Care,
Delta Airlines
P.S. I'm taking Walmart with me.
