Windy Twilley

Yarn keeps me from opening fire.



I knew it would be different "up there," but I was unprepared for the cruel beauty of our northernmost state. Yet Alaska remains stubbornly American - from the pioneering spirit of the gold prospectors, to the rugged individualism of those who choose to live there now.

If Hillary Clinton is ever elected President, I'm moving to Alaska. I'll pan for gold and lead tours and collect unemployment in the winter, like most Alaskans.

This is my brother, Bubba, and his fauxhawk.

All the trashcans in Ketchican are marked "KGB." I found this hilarious.


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