Kim’s mother was a prostitute and a B-girl (apparently something before strippers, they worked in bars for a commission on drinks) in pre oil boom Anchorage until she went crazy and was institutionalized. Her father hustled cards, ran whorehouses, owned gambling houses and “massage parlors,” and sold guns until he was murdered. In the book… Continue reading Book Review: Johnny's Girl, by Kim Rich
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Blegh
It’s becoming very apparent that while I was in Alaska I lost all my hide-from-the-cop smarts. This sucks. Do you guys think it’s suspicious to have a sun shade up in the window when it’s cold and snowy out? It’s turning out that Katie and I really are twins. Or at least related. She already… Continue reading Blegh
Six Reasons I Live in an Astro
I think this is the most asked question: why don’t you live in an RV? A bus? A box van? Or at least a full size van? 1. I get 26 MPG. No one ever believes me, but I’ve calculated it a gazillion times. You know what kind of gas mileage big old camper vans… Continue reading Six Reasons I Live in an Astro
Only In Alaska
He’s been living with bears for decades.
Sunday Stripper Migration
But first: one of my stories is on the Quirky Nomads Podcast today. I’m still on the crappy laptop, so I haven’t been able to hear it yet. Sunday is stripper migration day in the mid-west. Out here, you get “booked” for a week, which is Monday through Saturday. In exchange for all this planning… Continue reading Sunday Stripper Migration
Cops and Drunk Strippers
Sometimes in my life of adventure and leisure I run out of money. Then I work really hard for a while. While I was in Canada I made a list of money to make when I got here. There’s the IRS, the transmission, medicine for a friend, gas money for a couple months, and it… Continue reading Cops and Drunk Strippers
It was the best of places. It was the worst of places.
It was a dirty little biker bar in West Virgina. I was a hard working college student, driving eighty miles to get naked someplace no one knew me. The bar was a long, narrow room: a bar, seats with barely room to walk behind, and a little stage in the corner. There were no lap… Continue reading It was the best of places. It was the worst of places.
Half empty or half full?
I had the worst border crossing ever. Usually the van does get searched at the border, and I can understand that I look like one of them damn pot smokin hippies, living in a van and all. The Canadian searchers put things back exactly the way they find them, and only search it once a… Continue reading Half empty or half full?
Book Review: Sisters by Aileen and Samme
Twenty one year old Aileen catches the fancy of Slim, an Alaskan trapper who is recovering from a frosted lung in her California town. They strike up a long distance relationship, and after much correspondence Aileen takes off by ferry to join him. She falls in love with the land and the dog team, especially… Continue reading Book Review: Sisters by Aileen and Samme
Best Breakdown Ever
All this breaking down has reminded me of all the other times I’ve broken down. I think I’ve broken down in more states then most people have lived in. Why just in Arizona alone I’ve broken down four different times. There is something about Phoenix that makes whatever I’m driving fall apart, catch fire, or… Continue reading Best Breakdown Ever