And it was 43 years ago today that I arrived in Barrow. My first experience was asking for a bathroom in the old hut that counted as the airline building. Ose Matsutani, who was there to greet me with other staff from the hospital, looked a bit taken aback and then said, “She might as well experience it now as later.” And that was my introduction to a honeybucket system of sanitation. Why I didn’t run back to NYC at that point will always be a mystery to me. Glad I didn’t. I had some of the greatest adventures of my life while living there and wouldn’t trade a day I spent there or a friend I made there for all of Donald Trump’s money… ok, truth be told, there are some people I would trade a lot cheaper but they are definitely the minority.