I loved Alaska, too. Was there from ‘71 to ‘90. Maybe we were in Anchorage at the same time.
I HATED the Alcon! Divorce began there. Munchi Lake was creepy. The trusty Milepost Magazine. I liked Whitehorse — 7 miles of pavement — a respite from hundreds of miles of mud and gravel.
Muncho Lake. Not Munchi.
Oh, that’s too bad. I’m sorry about your divorce.
I liked Anchorage. They used to say “The nice thing about living in Anchorage is you’re only an hour away from Alaska!”