My friend Greta’s son Joey loves his Aapa Harris very, very much. Aapa, however, has not been in Anchorage the past week while Joey was visiting because he was working on the Slope. While my friends Jim and Janis Mushovic were here on their way to Dutch Harbor, Joey came up the stairs, saw Jim – whom he’d never met before – and ran to him. He threw his arms around Jim’s legs, buried his face between his knees and then looked up with a big grin… only to find that the face looking down – while quite similar to aapa in being tall, thin and balding – was, in fact, not aapa.
He dropped Jim like a hot potato.