Only every so often in a reporter’s career comes a story like the one on the run on free towels at Howsers. I’m thinking of the story of the diapered duck that lived out Mud Bay. Or the day Byron Rettinger strapped foam target animals to his lodge as decoration. Or the advertised date that tent-dweller Nick Degtoff arranged so…
Anyone who has lived here long enjoyed a good laugh Tuesday afternoon when school was let out, borough offices were closed and the night’s assembly meeting was cancelled in response to about four inches of slush. Four middle-aged women out jogging along Main Street at lunchtime, laughing and chatting, made it abundantly clear that no one would die in…
I vowed when I left Anchorage in 1986, I wouldn’t be back. But the city is hard to avoid if you’re doing any business in Alaska, so I’ve returned again and again. For my wife’s green card. For my Little Brother’s graduation from Alaska Military Youth Academy. Most recently I went for the Alaska Municipal League conference, where municipal officials…