My mom bought an antique rocking chair from a cousin of hers who had been living in Ketchikan, about thirty-seven miles to the south of us. The problem after that was getting it out here […]
It may have slept at the bottom of the sea in a deteriorating hulk until rolled in a storm tide and set free to roam until it’s tumbled and ground on a gravel or rock […]
At this time of the year we hear floatplanes flying low over us every day, in ever wider circles. They’re spotter planes, sent out to search for the schools of herring that spawn in the […]
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