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Please stop robo calling me

You know who you are. You are all very annoying. And if you are a politician, every robo call is just one more reason I won’t vote for you. This is worse than telemarketers. Never let a politician figure out a cheaper way to annoy the good citizens of this country because once they have, there is no going back. It just gets worse and worse. I don’t know how you’re feeling about now, but I’m thinking benevolent dictator doesn’t sound all that bad anymore.

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What did we do before the Internet

I thought my connection was acting funny because of all the rain and the earth was so wet. I figured that had to affect my Internet connection, right? Wrong. That thinking apparently is a hold over from when TVs had metal rabbit ears that had to be turned just right to see Ed Sullivan without lines. I believe that was sometime in the 1950s.

So after spending a very reasonable amount of time with a very nice GCI tech person, who never once commented on how old people should not be allowed around these new fangled devices as I called

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Syria

Questions that must be asked… why are we the world’s police? If there is trouble in the world, why is the US expected to respond? And, quite frankly, have we now become nothing more than a country of mercenaries, soldiers for hire to any hot spot around? Is that how we plan to keep our economy pumping, by feeding the bloated military industrial complex? How sad.

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Notes on the State Fair

1. Taking an active four year old boy to the state fair is like taking a herd of cats and trying to keep them contained.

2. Buy that same four year old a ninja stick bat (appropriately soft and not really harmful) and it’s like walking through the fair with a herd of angry cats who are attempting to claw everything that walks by.

3. To whoever that young man was who saw me standing in line as he exited and gave me his extra fair ticket, thank you. You probably have no idea how that simple act of kindness

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Even given Sarah’s presence, I’ll take America

The weird little man who runs North Korea decided that a couple of entertainers crossed some line in his mind about propriety. The entertainers included a women he once dated. Two weeks after he decided this, they were all executed.

Yep, give me America, any time, any place. I can’t even imagine living someplace where you never know when your weird little leader will decide you should die and then boom, you’re dead.

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RIP Pepe’s North of the Border

Pepe’s, the Mexican restaurant dear to the heart of any resident of the North Slope over the past 30 some years, burned to the ground yesterday. A true iconic building is gone. Thank god no one was hurt. More in my column this week as I go back over my 30 years in Barrow and remember all the wonderful times with Fran Tate and Pepe’s.

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Watching Joey grow

Watched little Joe Stuermer on his scooter outside of his aaka’s house yesterday. If there is any joy in aging, it’s watching the children of children you once watched growing up being able to also grow up happy, secure and full of enthusiasm for each day. All children should have that. Sadly they don’t. But they should. So “Go, Joey, go! Peddle that scooter as fast as your little feet will push you. All too soon you’ll discover that the world is not always full of people who live to keep you safe, secure and happy. But until then, ride

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