By now I’m sure everyone’s noticed the tall, squarish building going up on out on Coronado Road. It’s hard to miss it, since it’s one of the tallest structures around. Geared toward senior housing, the building is part of Cook Inlet Housing Authority’s Coronado Park project development.
Chicken noodle soup. Cereal. Macaroni and cheese. These are a few of the items presently running low at the Chugiak-Eagle River Food Pantry.
With the Winter Olympics in Sochi recently past, and the Iditarod and the Paralympic Games ongoing, be sure to add the 2014 Special Olympics Alaska Winter Games to the mix. Founded in 1968 by Eunice Kennedy Shiver, the Special Olympics offer an opportunity for those with intellectual challenges to take part in sports.
For the last couple years, The Readers, as I have come to think of them, have come to the fourth floor of Loussac regularly. Two guys, each with a stack of books, sit on either end of the red couch near my office, each engrossed in a book. Obviously, since I work in a library, I see people reading all the time. But the intensity and focus of these two, along with the regularity of their visits, set them apart.
Former Anchorage mayor Rick Mystrom has a story he likes to tell. It changes with the crowd and with the years but the basic premise remains the same: A dose of self-depreciating humor to knock down the barrier between the audience and the speaker.
The afternoon sun slanted through the stained glass windows inside the Eagle River Christian School’s chapel on Feb. 25 as children filed in, class by class, most dressed in the school’s signature black polo shirts.
It started out fairly easy: Average. Barely. Mermaid. Yet a few minutes after the 2014 Alaska State Spelling Bee had begun, the thorny words had surfaced. Words like bandersnatch.
About 25 people squeezed into the small meeting room at the ski chalet for the monthly Birchwood Community Council meeting on Feb. 26. The big topic of the night was the Alaska Motor Mushers Clubs’ desire to hold a snowmachine race at Birchwood Industrial Park.
The executioner wore tennis shoes, scuffed white sneakers peeking from beneath his solemn robe. He deftly raised his scathe in preparation for the beheading. Suddenly, Victoria Otte’s voice rang out. “Shoes,” she yelled. “You can’t wear those, you need black.”