Why his death bothers me
Somewhere deep in the recesses of most of our hearts is the belief that the rich are different. They have to be. Because if they can die young from pancreatic cancer, if all their money can’t save them, then what chance do the rest of us have?
Thirty-nine years later
October 1 marked the 39th anniversary of the day I arrived in Alaska. October 3 marked the 39th anniversary of the day I arrived in Barrow. Looking back, it strikes me that the old saying, “The more things change, the more they remain the same”, is true. I could never have imagined what life held for me that cold day so long ago when I learned that not everyone in America was born with flush toilets and running water as a birthright and that meat did not start out life in a package.
The day I arrived in Barrow, a
Steve Jobs has died
I need time to be alone with my iMac, to just hold its warm little frame and weep silently. And I don’t even own an iPhone!
Political Debates
The most intelligent, reasoned and literate political debates in America today happen when Bill O’Reilly and Jon Stewart have a conversation.
Right before I die
Someone promise me that just as I die, you will shove a piece of Cheesecake Pecan Pie in my mouth so that I can swallow it with my last breath. If this is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.
And the journey is complete
Forty years ago to the day, I arrived in Barrow and Adeline finally had confirmed what she’d always suspected… her caretaker was nuts. But oh what a wonderfully nutty ride it was. I don’t know if I’ll be around to see the 50th anniversary so in case I’m not, to all those wonderful people in Barrow who made the ride so worthwhile and interesting, thank you. Quyanakpaq.
You know the ad I’m referring to
The one that blinks on your computer screen until you think you are going to have a seizure while the voice continually repeats that you are a winner. Number one – I already know I’m a winner. I do not need you to tell me that. Number two – I wouldn’t buy something that was being advertised in such an obnoxious way if I needed it to save my life. I’d rather die.
It was forty years ago today…
… that I left NYC and arrived in Anchorage. Best decision I ever made., even if I did spend my first night sobbing in hospital quarters while Adeline looked out from her carry cage in disgust at what I’d dragged her to. Little did she know that journey had not yet ended.
A package of Costco sponges
I have finally figured out that I use a Costco sized package of sponges approximately every 6.5 years. I don’t know what this says about me. But I’m pretty willing to bet my mother’s average would be nearer to once every six months.