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As
a native New Yorker from Old Westbury, I came to Alaska after several rather
fateful and substantial interludes: First to Vermont to get married, then
back to New York City to work and finally on to Tennessee to raise the
children.
I accepted
a museum job in Alaska and disembarked from the ferry, at Juneau, with
Connie, five of our seven kids, two dogs, an over-stuffed, green, Volkswagen
bus and a silver, 18 foot, Sears canoe. All this was off loaded on a rainy,
windy and a very black night in October, 1971.
I had
a good museum job but soon found we had no place to live. So my boss, a
salty Irishman from Montana, took us all in, along with his own wife, four
kids and one dog!
We
were more than willing to try Alaska out for one year and then ended up
staying twenty eight and counting. |