North I go. Off to report the news in the land of drill rigs, rigged elections, smoked salmon, black bears, brown bears, moose and gun-toting tax assessors. Alaskans, I’ve noticed, tend to relish their own stereotypes. In Valdez each year they have a Duct Tape Blue Tarp Carrharrt Ball, at which your costume is to be composed of those three universally available and useful materials. My Oakland life has grown so soft that I have stowed my Carharrts in the back of my closet.
