“How Was Your Season?”

“How Was Your Season?”

Yesterday I received a letter from a friend. Dear Tele, she wrote. Many times I think of you and Joel out on the seas all by yourselves. What a contrast it must be to come back to land, people and cities. I wonder if you have caught lots and lots of fish. I wonder if...
You Never Forget Your First

You Never Forget Your First

June, 1981. Southcentral Alaska’s round-the-clock summer rays nurture life beyond: 1000 pound pumpkins, 100 pound cabbage, perpetually pants-less three-year olds. That afternoon was no exception. Clad in a T-shirt, underpants, and socks, I squatted amongst the...