It is the 500th day of rain this year in Anchorage. People are starting to look grim. Mold and mildew are growing in the most unimaginable spots on animals and humans alike. When the sun occasionally breaks through the clouds, people react with horror at the bright yellow dot in the sky. What could it be?
This is not a good turn of events in a town where concealed weapons are as prevalent as lattes at Caf� Loco. You want people who are carrying concealed weapons to be happy most of the time, not damp.
Each morning, my little dog