When I first moved to Talkeetna, I sat down to sign the lease with my new landlord. The conversation went like this:
Her: So, why are you moving to Alaska ... hunter?
Right-wing nut job?
You’re not here to write stories about the town for tv shows, like those Northern Exposure people, are you?
*she starts taking off her shirt, which I eventually realize is so that she can breast-feed her baby*
Um ... no.
Why are you here?