If you have seen one then they are always more easy to identify in the future. And if you haven’t, you may still be able to spot one but the more subtle characteristics may be lost to you. Knowing or having known the man would certainly help distinguish a Zeke Tree from any other tree. [...]

I cannot speak publicly about most of my recent experiences. So instead I will tell you about the things I see, even now, when I close my eyes. Things I will probably always see.   Chapter Five – Bering Dreams The sodium vapor lights only reach into the night, 20 or 30 yards beyond the [...]

At night the wind shakes the walls. Sometimes I worry the roof might come off. And the rain beats a steady rhythm but it doesn’t help me sleep any better.  I don’t know why. Three weeks without a single stoplight and I feel like I could go three more years. Who needs em anyways. I [...]

On Wednesday the C-130 came on it’s weekly trip and there was a cooler with some more food for me. But I didn’t sleep much that night, I was shivering feverishly and making frequent trips to the toilet. Must have been some of that new food and I have a very strong stomach but I [...]

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It’s been an interesting week. And the ones to come shall not be boring. You work and wait and struggle and then it all comes at once and now I won’t have a day off until Thanksgiving and that’s just fine. Some people like safety and comfort and dependability and a warm dry bed and [...]

I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve told the story. I’ve never written about it. I don’t even think about it that much. Except lately. The events have dislodged from my subconscious and can now be found most every day bobbing at the forefront of my random waking brain activity. And [...]

I wrote this a couple years ago. Someday I’ll write the whole story, start to finish, or make a little documentary. I have a lot of cool video footage and pictures. This expedition in 1997 changed my life. Or rather changed the way I see my life. During a two week trip into the Ruth [...]

Chapter Two – Dave’s Cowboy Hat —————————————- It is summer 1980, probably late June or early July. I sit at the door of our tepee fiddling with an old bone, some string and a few carefully chosen rocks, fashioning a crude weapon. I will be seven in a few months. My father is still alive [...]

I wrote this several years ago and performed it as a monologue in an acting class… It was so much fun to write that I decided to do a series of very short stories about my past, growing up in Alaska. This is the first of those stories. Many of them (including this one) will [...]