Everyone seems to have their personal definition of when spring officially arrives. Some stick with the "official" March equinox designation that claims it occurs when the Sun crosses the celestial equator on its way north along the ecliptic.
My buddy Willie is one of those guys who always seem to be 10 laps down when it comes to participating in life's grand race.
The Unhinged Alaska staff has been inundated with questions, beefs and psychotic rants about the new marijuana law.
A great Sunday morning to you - unless of course you read the paper online, then all bets are off because Unhinged usually shows up there on Friday or Saturday instead of Sunday. I'm not sure why.
A few weeks ago my buddy Turk called and was so fired up I could feel the plastic in my phone starting to soften from the heat of his tirade.
Come this Christmas Eve it will two decades since I experienced an unrivaled eruption of grandeur helping me sidestep a pointless night of lonesomeness.
I just got off the phone with a slightly deranged cousin who lives back east where the snow is roaring out of the sky in the form of an avalanche.
I'm not sure what it is about October that puts me into a mood that my wife refers to as my "Grump Month" but it has happened every year since I spotted my first gray nose hair. It's not an aging thing, trust me.
I hold a trip to Anchorage in the same esteem as a "pick up poop patrol" in a heavily populated elephant compound.
It has been a classic summer so far with stunning sunscreen weather blanketing the peninsula encouraging a significant surge of visitors. Even the few stretches of rain episodes have been a boon to the local economy. Once they dissipate, cumulus storm clouds of mosquitoes explode into the atmosphere sending thundering herds of residents and tourists diving onto stores in a panic search for insect repellants so saturated with Deet that their skins morph into something translucent enough to qualify as an internal anatomy display.
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