The Man From Alaska - June 8, 2010

The man from Alaska bore a stern majesty. His large statue alone would thwart most. He wore a baseball cap with "America's Homeland Security" scrolled on the visor with an American flag underneath. His sunglasses were a permanent part of his look straddled across the top of his head. His eyes were steel blue or green, depending on his passion, or so he would tell you. His Carhardt jeans fit his body well along with his 2X pocket tee. Although his Super Duty Ford pickup had air conditioning, he would rather ride 2-40, two windows down going 40 mph.


Alaska was his home for the past eight years. He lived in the bush not too far out of Fairbanks in his red-sided home. For sport he would go salmon fishing with his son and friends to Valdez or moose hunting in the range. He would rather defend against a grizzly bear than have an altercation with an alligator or a snake. There are no snakes in Alaska. But She wasn't there.


The man from Alaska was happy there yet in need of a true companion. This new call of the wild took the Alaska man far away from all he knew in search of someone who would have his back and walk stride for stride with him.


When the winter passed and the Alaska sun began to glow above the horizon again, the Alaska man hitched his 5th wheel camper with dozens of Carhardt jeans, his guitars, and his heart and he left his wild home to converge on what would prove more than he bargained for.

Emily was her name. She had been unlucky in love but had repositioned herself away from her home, her job, and most of the familiar to start again. She had also transformed her body from the stress-shackled blob down four sizes. She felt ready and fit to try again. Like the Alaska man, Emily had a past. Together they would work to build a new life together away from their lusterless past.