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There she goes… Miss America

In case you missed it, the Miss America pageant happened last weekend. Miss New York, who looks distinctly mid-Eastern, won. When I was growing up, the composition of that pageant contestants was so homogenous that I knew I could never participate (my last name was Italian, I had brown hair, I was chubby and – most of all – I hated getting dressed up). Now the faces on stage truly do look like a multi colored ethnic rainbow.

So while I am still not sure why we need a Miss America, or how we can choose one girl and say

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Helen had a face that launched a thousand ships

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Bella has a face that says mom and dad are in for quite an adventurous roller coaster ride in the years to come.

Batten down the hatches – Bella is in the house!

And our family thought her mother turned everyone’s hair growing up. I think Bella will set new records.

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Despair all around

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Santa face plants on the bed. BuddhaBubba and Carm look stricken. Snowy is so devastated he can’t face the camera.

Come back, Karie. The kids are quickly losing all hope.

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Why I love Stephen Colbert

On his show a few days ago, he interviewed someone who’d written a biography of JD Salinger. The book’s author talked about how World War II and Salinger’s experience walking into a concentration camp made him the author he was. Without the war, according to this biographer, we would not have had the JD Salinger who wrote Catcher in the Rye. To which Stephen replied, without skipping a beat, “So I guess we owe Hitler at least a small apology.” This was followed by a moment of shocked silence as the author looked at Colbert as though he’d just arrived

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An Alaskan moment

I’m in the Costco parking lot filling up the back of my car with bags of peanuts so the Stellar Jays won’t break my windows pecking at them when a car pulls up behind me, a woman gets out and asks, “Are you Elise Patkotak?” When I answer in the affirmative, she pulls out my new book that she’s just bought in Costco and asks me to sign it. A few sentences later I realize she is the granddaughter of people I knew in Barrow and the daughter of a woman I know from Barrow.

It’s only in Alaska that

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