(PLEASE NOTE: THIS COLUMN APPEARED IN THE ANCHORAGE DAILY NEWS YESTERDAY, WHICH WAS MY ACTUAL ANNIVERSARY)
Today marks my 36th anniversary in Alaska. I first set foot here on Oct. 1, 1972. I was fresh out of New York City. Until then, my idea of the country was going to a farm in central Jersey. My idea of wilderness was a bird sanctuary in Cape May. My idea of strange food was anything that didn’t have Parmesan cheese on the top. Becoming an Alaskan would challenge every one of my preconceived notions of life.
I spent exactly one day in