I’m not one for schmaltz. Who Am I Kidding. I am one for Schmaltz. You know the scene in The Sound of the Music (the lovely film) when Julie Andrew’s Maria is dancing with the[…]
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“The Goods Are Odd but the Odds are Good” Conversations in Alaska, 17 of 50
I meet Molly at Fat Stan’s. I don’t really know her that well, but I remember when we first met on the Nona. I got picked up from the airport on a boat. Still a[…]
Eagles & Hair Dye & Piercings Oh My | Conversations in Alaska, 20 of 50
Ria dyed my hair, dying it for the first time ever!, and she told me she wanted to pierce her ear. going to pierce her ear. It’s the outer part. If your ear were a[…]
The Kiss | Conversations in Alaska, 22 of 50
He picked us up from the mayor’s house. We dropped off Brie at her place up Creek Street. Let’s call him “The Philosopher.” We go see the Chickens he is petsitting. He picks one up[…]
Job Prodigy on Dude Mountain | Conversations in Alaska 25 of 50
We were still driving to Dude. I guess all the meaty conversation started in the car on the way there. “So Chaz, what do you do in Seattle?” I hate that question. I really hate to[…]
The Atlas and Dinner at the Mayor’s: Conversations in Alaska, 28 of 50
We started clearing the table of all the food we didn’t eat! Left over muscles with bacon and oranges, three salads (we brought one), rice, fried chick peas.. Joe left to pick up his son at[…]
Dinner at the Mayor’s Part 2: Conversations in Alaska, 29 of 50
We sat across from Susie and next to Joe. The distinguished man of the household, former mayor, and elder of the Tlingit community; of course, he posted at the head of the table. The table[…]
Coming Out as a Vegan at the Mayor’s: Conversations in Alaska 30 of 50
http://www.wheretheeaglewalks.com/ Joe Williams is the former mayor of Saxman and the Ketchikan Borough. I first noticed Joe when I saw him starting tours on the dock, wearing a hat with a feather and a beaded embellishment[…]
Strangers with Candy: Conversations in Alaska, 32 of 50
I walked into the hospital room, expecting anything but not really sure. My friend intro’d: “Natalie is here because she’s been in a similar situation before.” I looked at her son. He sat in the[…]
8 Years in 2 Hours: Conversations in Alaska, 31 of 50
We went on a walk along Tongass Avenue, following the water, and chatted about all matter of personal interest from college to family to exes to currents (men) to plans to grief. You see, I[…]