I've been in Anchorage in May and it was charming. It was one of those unusual Springs that come along every few years. The heavy sweaters I'd brought along never saw the light of day. The temperature was in the 70's and it only rained part of one day our entire trip.
But I know from my many friends who live there that Anchorage is a different town during the winter months. And those long nights stretch into short dull twilight days. I don't think I could ever get used to that.
I was born in Spokane and have many fond memories. My granddad had a nursery out on Dollar Road, and I had relatives by the truck load all over the county. Family gatherings could number well over one hundred. We'd all wear little signs telling who we were and who we were related to.
"Oh yes, Carl. Your mother is Elsie, my Dad's second cousin on his mother's side".
"Huh?"
Even after so many years of living out here on the Great Olympic Peninsula, something about Spokane calls to me. All the physical signs are gone. My grandfolks place is now a junk yard and most of my aunts, uncles, great aunts and uncles homes have been pushed aside to make room for modern condo's and strip malls.
But no one can touch the memories.
Curious Carl
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