It is mid-August, and the rainy season in Juneau is well underway. Truthfully, it's always rainy season in Juneau. We live in a rainforest. If rain is in the name of the area in which you live, chances are you're going to get rain. Southeast Alaska gets an abundance of the wet stuff, and I love it. Unlike many of my friends who live here, I really do enjoy the rain. I enjoy the cool, fresh air. I enjoy the blanket of clouds that dance in and out of the evergreen trees. I even enjoy the foggy days. It's like a treasure hunt to me. Fog reminds me of mystery and romance and hidden treasures or secrets. It tells its own story.
The year is 1905. You are a prospector in Alaska relaxing in your cabin after a chilly day of working the tailings pile. Craving a cup, you pull a tin of coffee off the shelf. Though you can't imagine it, that distinctive red can, the one you will later use for your precious supply of nails, will long outlive you. And it will give an archaeologist a good idea of when you made a home in Alaska.
The Wrangell Cooperative Association, in conjunction with the Petersburg Indian Association, Trident Seafoods and th city of Wrangell, has started a new recycling iniative that aims to send old fishing nets to Slovenia.
A complaint has been filed against the Sitka School District alleging that its new baseball field violates Title IX laws that require girls and boys sports to be treated and funded equally. The federal government is investigating.