Forty years ago today I arrived in Anchorage from Brooklyn, NY. I thought I’d traveled to the end of the earth. Then I found out that in a couple of days I would be traveling two more hours to get to Barrow. I don’t know who cried more my first night in Anchorage, my parrot Adeline or me. I know I was pretty sure there was not was enough earth left for me to fly yet two more hours to get there.
It was the beginning of what could only be called one wild and crazy ride.