I don’t want to sound like I’m whining here, but what is it with all this rain in December? Does Anchorage not have any idea at all about how to do winter?
I look out at the street in front of my house and instead of those lovely brown snow berms, I see four inches of ice so smooth you could hold Olympic tryouts on it. The mud that I associate with spring break up is a Christmas phenomenon here.
At the risk of sounding like a displaced bush rat, let me just say that in the bush we know