We're all Alaskans — and Americans. We need to remember that.
Print article When I was a small boy, I was lucky to spend a lot of time with my grandfather. One of my favorite memories of time spent with him is that of occasionally going with him, very early on a Saturday morning, to his barber shop. I loved that barber shop — dark wood paneling, electric fireplace and a table full of old duck hunting magazines and Beetle Bailey comics. The chairs were generally full of the same old men drinking coffee and discussing politics, their lawns or just life in general. Sometimes, these discussion turned into heated debates. I remember one morning vividly....
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