At APTI’s summer music party last weekend, the clouds and wind were out in full force, enough to blow a tent over until it was tethered to a beer keg. But this is Alaska and we define good summer weather differently than most. As I served soda and water to our guests, people would comment what great weather we had for the party and how lucky we were. In Alaska speak that means it was above forty degrees, it was not raining and swarms of mosquitoes were not making life a living hell for all living things. I guess you have to be an Alaskan to understand that.