Have you ever had one of those “in the pits” days … or weeks … or —?
Just keep moving. For some people, it might be a mantra for living their lives. For me, it’s how I deal with mosquitoes. I think… Continue reading
July is the seventh month, and is called “Dog Days” because it’s the warmest month in the Northern Hemisphere. FACTS: Astrological Signs: Cancer and Leo;… Continue reading
By Clark Fair For the Peninsula Clarion We all hope we live in a safe neighborhood. I know I hoped so. I grew up on… Continue reading
It has been over 20 years since we had a 1-year-old in the house for any extended period of time.
Homer can become rather rowdy at times.
It occurred to me that there are people who save for years to make a trip of a lifetime just to do what was, for me, a nice three-day weekend.
The effort required 10 years — a decade rife with financial snafus, contract disputes, bitter in-fighting, and one delay after another.
By Clark Fair For the Peninsula Clarion Author’s note: This is the final part of a six-part series about the origins of Central Peninsula Hospital,… Continue reading
It had been almost five full years since the start of a project to establish a hospital for the central Kenai Peninsula.
My particular peeve right now is the politicians and media personalities who are negatively brandishing the fact that you may need another corona shot in a year.
Becoming so wrapped up in looking good and even in being good causes us to sacrifice relationships.
I’m a 6-foot-2 hunk of meat who barely fits into the passenger side of her rig unless I fold up like an accordion.
Dr. Paul Isaak, Soldotna physician and a founder of the hospital project, believed that centrality of location was crucial.
Summer on the Kenai Peninsula is short, and most of my tomorrows have already been spoken for.
All did not go as planned.
Not far from upper Binkley Street in Soldotna in 1968 stood the unfinished shell of what central peninsula residents still hoped would one day become a hospital.
We are all parts of the body, supporting one another in different ways, with our different skills and gifts.
My hard drive is similar to the crawl space under the house.
Receiving mail a century ago in roadless Kenai, Alaska, was no easy matter.