08 August 2007
There's this guy at work who exudes the external air of an old-timer Alaskan male. He's got a beard half way down his chest, grizzled and gray, he exudes a grumpy sort of air, wears scruffy clothes and makes jokes about his grandson cutting wood for the teachers some day instead of bringing them apples. You know what else? He crochets. That's right, huge beautiful rugs (& he'll sell you one if you beg). If you met him you would be floored by this fact, it would be the absolute last thing you would ever expect this man to do. Run a trap line? Build a cabin from scratch? Drink too much too often? Curse the rabble (whoever they are)? These are all things you would expect of him just from the view. This, I think, is what makes him a typical Alaskan: he's quirky in unexpected ways.