“Oh? You’re working with the summer league up there?” a broadcaster asked. “No, I’m just … going there,” I said. Oh. Fairbanks? Beyond – to Bettles, pop. 12 on Wikipedia and 7 in reality. It’s a village 35 miles north…
Tag: season’s approach
Soon I will walk through those iron gates, with torn ticket stub stuffed in my pocket. A woman will ask me if I want to buy a magazine: the cover featuring someone kneeling in the grass, exposing blue and white…