north to alaska
Skeeter’s actually got to stop for a few days here and go up to Alaska for a job. I know, I know, it’s disappointing to have to leave a life of sloth and indolence, but if done occasionally, it adds a fresh perspective on what could easily become the rut and routine of life. At least that’s what I tell myself. I’m traveling without cellphone or laptop. Practically like the pioneer explorers and trappers of old…. Oh, it’s dangerous and more than a little scary, but hey, living on the edge is the South End Way. With any luck I’ll be back before the polar bears are extinct and the glaciers are big goopy puddles. Alaskans don’t really buy into that global warming stuff anyway and I sure don’t plan to bring em any news they don’t want. After all, they’re my new paycheck. Hopefully. Wish old Skeeter luck and I’ll be back down here in the 48 sooner than you can say Drill Baby Drill. Meanwhile, Sarah Palin has an insightful little blog you might check out. Or you can rummage through the trash bin here and see what you can wrap old fish in. Me, I’m off to the midnight sun.
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