Due to Juneau's unexpected weather, the Gastineau Channel Little League has postponed its opening day ceremonies until Saturday, May 4th. First pitch festivities and scheduled games will not be played on area fields this weekend due to recent snow. The 2013 Little League season will begin officially on Saturday, May 4th, with Opening Day ceremonies at Adair Kennedy Baseball Field at 10 a.m.
My brief column in today's paper can be folded away neatly and reopened next week. Here it is:
The town square used to be the place where the community came together.
That little patch of real estate where the derring-do’s of the past days were rehashed, where grandpas watched grandkids, where parents held hands, and vendors let you taste the wonders of the culinary world.
Much like the gymnasiums of old they were.
You could eat anything and say anything, as long as you kept it off the floor.
You could watch heroes save the day and many times those heroes were related to you or someone you knew or were someone you wanted to be like.
I went where bears were not. I had intended to go where bears would be and where I was assured that bears would be in abundance. However, they were not. This was my first "paid for" guided Pack Creek bear experience. I should have known better. My previous encounters with guides on guided bear experiences seldom resulted in my obtaining the photograph I desired. Guided experiences generally stopped me from doing what I normally liked to do in the woods: rolling about in the dirt, swimming in the water and hanging in trees.
First you take away my peanuts, and now this? Really? New “slimmer” seats with plug-ins and USB ports and extraterrestrial sensors and insulin portals and, well, OK, you mentioned electrical outlets and ports. You actually said 110-volt power and USB outlets. And then, under your breath, “this allows Alaska Airlines to make available more passenger seats.” Is that “Squeeze more bodies side by side to help fight intolerance among cultures, species and social upbringings?” Or just squeeze more bodies side by side to honor the holy dollar.
What a great town! So today my Petersburg Swedish got the best of me. I couldn't stop my cravings of being around fish so I stopped to visit Mike Erickson (and Bonnie and family) out at Alaska Glacier Seafoods and was lucky enough to get a tour. You have to love when a local guy does good, has a passion for what he does, and gives back to the community. And does it among fish! Plus I learned, and was reacquainted, with a few fishing scenes I had experienced growing up in Petersburg... the slime lines, the fish pumping, the crab unloading, etc., etc., etc.
Wow! So this is what 100 feels like. Never thought I would make it. And I haven’t really made it; I am just along for the ride here. From “Newsies” on the docks to digital democracy, from pasteboards to web content across the country, the Juneau Empire is turning 100 years old in November. Where did the time go? I already feel creaky.
It is a funny thing about miles. And mileage. They sure can sneak up on you. Yesterday I needed a fix. I hadn't burned a quad or pumped up a calf muscle or froze a lung in a week. So I called my "pusher" and he invited me, along with another "joneser," to run up Eaglecrest Road. Those five miles turned into the Black Bear chair lift and a return along the Treadwell Ditch Trail, via one section of muskeg and one still demolished bridge crossing, to Douglas. Five miles can become 22 in little time when you have mileage accompanying you.
What ever happened to the days when a coach would call you into his office, look you in the eye and just ask, “I heard there were (insert team name here, I inserted Petersburg) players at a party last weekend. Were you there?”
And the coach knew you well enough that any misinformation would be obvious.
If you knew anything, you had better be truthful.
If you were at fault, you had to go out and run around the old dump.
Our old dump had black bears that had become habituated to eating garbage and watching team rule-breakers run in circles.
Denali Roughly 6.2 million acres. The third largest national park and preserve in the Untied States. Denali. The two bigger are also in Alaska (Wrangell-St. Elias and Gates of the Arctic) as are four more in the top 10 (No. 4 Katmai, No. 6 Glacier Bay, No. 7 Lake Clark and No. 9 Kobuk Valley). 20,320 feet high. Denali. Meaning "The High One" in Koyukon Athabaskan. Also called Mount McKinley. And "Holy Cow" and "Wow" and "OMG!"
Frank, who didn’t need a reason to run, was quoted as saying it was the only race he gave a damn about and, according to his widow Judith, “If runners are smiling at some point at the end of this race I think Frank would have liked that.”
I know Frank Maier would not have said, or liked, what I over heard recently.