The Fairbanks trip ended successfully on Wednesday evening, when my sister-in-law, the two dogs and I rolled into Haines.
We had a very good trip. I have to confess, however, to some less-than-exemplary behavior during the course of it. I indulged myself in ways I assumed I never would, if I were ever given the chance.
I had a short layover in Juneau before my flight to Anchorage. I had enough time to visit a couple shopping centers. I went into Hearthside Books and perused their Alaska Fiction shelf until I found my book, Shy Ghosts Dancing: Dark Tales from Southeast Alaska. They’d taken half a dozen copies on consignment in December. I wanted to see if they still had any left. Continue reading