Fart Blossom! School Bus Rides of Arctic Dread

Fart Blossom! School Bus Rides of Arctic Dread

The end of the quarter-mile driveway from our farmhouse in the winter was the most desolate place on earth, and I stood there every weekday waiting for the school bus. A little boy in my blue snowmobile suit listening to the wind blow hard against the telephone wires....
The Day I Killed 69 Chickens in Alaska

The Day I Killed 69 Chickens in Alaska

The day I killed and skinned 69 chickens in a ship’s graveyard on Alaska’s Kenai Peninsula is why I stopped eating birds when I was 18. It was late May and my friend Jeff and I flew from Seattle to Anchorage to “go fishin’”. Jeff was a very smart, 19-year-old...