Every time I drive on the road to or from my house, which is only a few minutes off of paved Alaskan highway, I feel like a bobblehead.
When I ride my bike, it’s more like an amusement park ride. Wheew!
What this road needs is some snow. That’ll fill in the potholes and smooth out the surface.
Driving to avoid these potholes creates a line that Billy of “The Family Circus” would be proud of. [A cartoon by Bil (and son Jeff) Keane.]
(Oops. I used the s-word. It’s still August, so most people in the world would not think it mattered. Nevertheless, it’s too soon to the white precipitation of October to use that word lightly… as the chill in the morning air and the occasional plant already starting to brown and golden prove.)
I have written since I was an elementary school bookworm in Colorado. After college, I traveled to Northern Cyprus, Turkey, and Germany before discovering a home in Alaska. I have self-published children's books, am actively pursuing a publisher for my most recent set of books, and am continuing to write when I am not teaching at a local elementary school.
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