I am so proud of my husband. Next week, he begins his first command. His new job will begin with an official change-of-command ceremony. I’ve been to only one of these events. It was in Maryland, held outside. It was hot and humid. I used my children as an excuse to leave the formalities and find air conditioning.
On a recent Friday morning, shoppers browsed overflowing tables loaded with used items. Women studied clothes, children dug through stacks of toys, and people inspected everything from furniture and kitchen items to books and holiday decorations, all in the gym at the United Methodist Church of Chugiak. On the surface, this event looked like a giant garage sale. But it was much more.
A couple of our readers have posed questions to us about the police blotter section that appears in the paper each week. One woman wanted to know, how come the reports aren’t more current? By the time the police blotter comes out, readers are learning about what was going on in their neighborhoods with crime, not what’s happening now.
On May 5, the voting polls open for the final showdown between mayoral candidates Amy Demboski and Ethan Berkowitz. Yes, I know it’s been a long haul. A large field of candidates in the first mayoral election with no one getting the requisite number of votes to win has meant voters are in danger of suffering election fatigue.
No one who needs food is turned away from the Harvest Christian Fellowship Food Pantry, said its director, Joy Thompson. “And you don’t have to jump through hoops to get it,” she said. Thomson is a dynamic woman, with a big, beautiful smile and a head full of goldilocks curls. She’s worked at the food pantry for 15 years.
I had 36 hours while my husband was in Fairbanks. It wasn’t a lot of time, but I was going to surprise Chase with a sparkling clean home. I kissed my husband and waved as he drove off. Almost as if on cue, the baby woke up. Rory had her cranky pants on that morning. I picked her up, cuddled her, and fed her. When she was as happy as could be I set her down, ready to start my day. As soon as my hand was no longer in contact with her, she let out an ear-piercing scream. So I picked her up again, cuddled her again, and she was happy as could be until I tried letting her down once more.
Today, I feel especially proud of our Chugiak-Eagle River community, after reporting on a house fire and its aftermath that occurred last weekend. I spoke to the Edwards family. Days after escaping a house fire with only the clothes on their backs and watching their home burn down while firefighters battled to control it, husband and wife said they felt, not devastation, but an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
Soon, like the lyrics in Of Montreal’s “Oslo in the Summertime,” Alaska will be a place where “nobody can fall asleep / staring out the window from my bed. / At 4 a.m. the sun is up.” (If you haven’t heard this bouncy tune, download it sometime and play it on warm day. Those Norwegians really get the whole midnight sun thing.)
I needed to drive the truck. I didn’t want to drive the truck. It was Chase’s truck; I was happy with that. I had driven both trucks that preceded our current one. They were big, awkward, and clunky. I was happy leaving the truck to my husband and driving my van.
In a video posted by mayoral candidate and Anchorage assembly member Amy Demboski, she confronts a man she suspects of vandalizing her campaign signs, including cutting out the image of her face from some of them.