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 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.
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.
Each year the National Network to End Domestic Violence (NNEDV) conducts a national survey of domestic violence programs throughout the United States. The National Census of Domestic Violence Services (Census) reveals that on the single date of Sept. 17, 2013, 18 domestic violence programs in Alaska served 618 victims in a 24-hour period.
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.
Big woofs of good luck to long-time musher Jim Lanier, 73, who sets off on the ceremonial Iditarod Trail Saturday morning and the real trail Sunday. Lanier has entered and completed a whooping 16 Iditarod competitions.
The updated design study report on the new Eklutna Bridge was recently released, according to the Eklutna Bridge Replacement Project. The new designs, termed the pre-final design, were tweaked based on community and agency feedback of design drafts showcased at the December Eklutna Bridge Project meeting at Chugiak High School.
It’s a dream within a dream, a musical within a play, a sweeping epic within one beautiful and perfect song. And the finale, with all the actors’ voices blending together in a rendition of “The Impossible Dream,” very well might bring a few tears to your eyes.
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.”