Over time we have a tendency to forget some of the great ideas put forth by our Alaska luminaries and others.
Everyone has an obsession of sorts, like watching old episodes of Seinfeld on television, eating chocolate, or playing with the iPhone.
At mid-day the sun hung wearily above the southern horizon, casting an orange-red glow across the frozen, snow-covered lake.
To balance last week’s column on Black Friday “shopper-hunters,” we continue this week with a primer on how to strategize and implement tactical Christmas shopping...
The recent wind storm summoned memories of my childhood in Seward...
One thing I like about human beings is that we’re mostly optimists who believe things will get better. But when it comes to air travel, I don’t think so.
I’m probably preaching to the choir, because when I recently asked several people where they would like to live if they could live anywhere in the world, most of them quickly responded: “Alaska.”
This piece has appeared in the Star before, but I think it merits an encore in that it’s relevant to our physical and mental health.
In the movies when the bad-guy torturer gets out the dentist drill to extract information from his captive, I have to look away.