Ah, hay fever. Ah-choo. Yes, it’s that time of the year again. Only after 30 years in Barrow, I’d almost forgotten what it was like. I can only guess that no self-respecting pollen would travel that far north for the singular purpose of annoying me. Or maybe my body just never recognized North Slope pollen as pollen. It certainly took it forever to recognize a North Slope summer as a summer.
Whatever the reason, I had 30 good, hay fever free years when I could go outside in the fall and not be felled by multiple sneezes that literally tookContinue reading →