Doesn’t fish. Isn’t a cat.
August 02, 2008
Filed in: Alaska, The Way We Live Now
A couple of years ago I was walking Pip on a really dank and gray November morning. We crossed the culvert at the end of our street where a little stream trickles into the mighty Swellville river (that’s a joke—the river flows so slowly it’s legally in danger of losing its status as a moving body...
