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In the course of the past two weeks a woman was beaten to death in front of her two young children and a homeless teenager was allegedly repeatedly raped in Eagle River. A study was released in that same period showing (surprise! surprise!) that Alaska women still earn learn than men for doing the same job but, I guess to balance the scales, are beaten and raped more than the national average. And if you use statistics only for Alaska Native women, you simply want to bury your head in your arms and sob because they are just that awful.

I am convinced I will eventually win my retirement at the penny slots and I plan to keep dumping pennies into them until they respond properly.

I love watching the redpolls gather on my porch to eat. They come in flocks and seem very sociable, even if there are some non-bird lovers who think the sounds emanating from the trees around my porch make it feel like a Hitchcock movie. But my all time favorite thing is the robin who seems to have insinuated himself into the redpoll flock. He tries to be very nonchalant. Tries to fit in. Tries to just be another redpoll, maybe a little taller than most but definitely still a redpoll. He is there every morning and every night with a

I’m in Vegas. Let it snow in Anchorage as much as it wants. It sure as hell isn’t snowing in Vegas! Now on to the penny slots to win my retirement cushion.

Michael Jackson bought a chimp. Now Justin Bieber has a Capuchin monkey. Putting aside for the moment the question of the care that monkey is or isn’t getting, isn’t this the first sign of the slow descent into drugs and insanity?

My friend Kate is a real cook/baker and actually plans menus each week. I usually stand staring at the inside of my refrigerator at 6 PM wondering if dinner grew there while I wasn’t looking or was I going to have to actually think of something to make with half an onion and limp carrots.

He stood out. There he was at the Sportsman Show wearing a suit, coifed hair, some strange looking beads and a lovely aftershave that almost, but not quite, overcame the normal smell of most Alaskans – a smell that is a mixture of items probably best left unlisted but that surely includes various motor oils, gunpowder, and smoke.

I was there with Bird TLC. We’d brought some of our feathered education ambassadors to meet and greet people who might normally only see them as faint outlines high in the sky.

What I love about Alaskans is that they can be

Watch a magpie grabbing something off your deck that’s been there for months and is just now being uncovered as the snow recedes… something unidentifiable, something so mushy that it’s original shape, color or size is beyond reckoning… something that magpie flies off with as though he’d stolen the One Ring.

You think I’d be happy to see the snow melting. But all it does is expose the disaster my deck has become after a winter of tossing out bird food and peanuts for my fine feathered friends. When it gets all wet and melty and then the sun shines on it, the resulting mass is as hard as a rock and truly gross to deal with.

OK, my broom, my shovel and I are going to go try to make a difference before the board of health shuts me down.