Spending a long weekend in Anchorage. It is great to feel the local excitement about “Butcher, Baker” and the movie and the whole shooting match… And greater still to hang with my friend Walter up in the MatSu Valley, within spitting distance of the Knik River setting where many of Robert Hansen’s crimes took place. (Also very close to Sarah Palin’s stomping grounds, but that’s another matter entirely.
And now a Public Service Announcement:
Dear Hollywood Movie Crew: Fall has arrived in Anchorage. Let me translate: it looks like fall, but feels like winter. Morning temps in the mid-30s. The wearing of sweaters and long underwear. Already. It will only get colder. Can you explain what’s up with the Anchorage dudes still wearing shorts? Is it just the sunshine?