Good morning, Cicely!
A little local news to start off this fine October morning: Ruth Anne accidentally ordered too many avocados this month, so is running a sale: 75% off! The Brick is celebrating with a Guacamole Celebration and 2 for 1 margaritas. (Thread). #northernexposure
In other news, Eve thanks everyone for all the well wishes she received after announcing her self-diagnosis of Q fever last week. Layla, the goat suspected of possessing the transmissible Coxiella burnetii infection, is in quarantine & she & Eve are on doxycycline...again.
I need to apologize for being gone last week and want to thank Maurice for filling in for me. I know everyone loved that Rodgers and Hammerstein marathon. I’ll certainly be humming ‘Oklahoma’ for weeks to come...
The reason I was gone was because I went to visit a childhood friend and meet his family for the first time in the lower 48. I’ve not seen him for years and when the opportunity presented itself, I jumped at the opportunity.
He & his husband run one of the greatest independent book stores I’ve ever seen. When I arrived, I was struck by how it felt nothing had changed between my friend & me. Sure, we are both a lot grayer, and one of us is a dad...but the familiarity, the connection was all there...
What is it with old friends? How can two people be separated by decades of time and fall back into an effortless rhythm? Is the answer more scientific, that our brains simply developed together during those formative years of youth when everything is new and exciting?
Or is there some enduring connection that is formed which lingers in our hearts from childhood, which can be resuscitated like the smell of the ocean in a old shirt worn by the seaside noticed months later upon retrieval from a closet?
I don’t know. But my emotions ran the full spectrum on my trip: from unmitigated joy in seeing his happiness and beautiful family to sadness that I don’t get to see them every day, and in fact, won’t likely see them again for a long time.
C.S. Lewis wrote, “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival." As I stood in their bookstore which my friend & his husband created from love, art & friendship...I felt alive...
...and was reminded of Proust, “... the smell & taste of things remain poised a long, long time like souls, ready to remind us, waiting, hoping for their moment...& bear unfaltering in the tiny, almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.”
I now have a new memory of an old friend...one enriched by his own life experiences & successes, by his amazing husband and daughter, by a community that loves and supports them, and by a home and store built with art and beauty.....
Spinning this one for you, S and D...thank you for an amazing visit.
Good morning, Cicely. This is Chris in the Morning on KBHR 57AM. For those of you that stayed up late enough last night for the clouds to break, you were greeted with a spectacular display of ye ol' Aurora Borealis. (thread)
The show will continue tonight and visibility should be excellent, if not a bit chilly. Wear your mukluks if you're heading out there - it'll be -11° F. Ron and Eric tell me that a group is meeting at 9:00 PM out by Eagle Lake to take it all in.
Which reminds me: for our Japanese guests that are here for the show and staying at the Sourdough Inn, "Akachan o tsukuru kōun!" and may all of your children be gifted!
Good morning Cicely. This is Chris in the Morning on KBHR coming at you on a chilly, chilly morning - it's 12 degrees out there, kids! #northernexposure (thread)
As the Holiday Season is upon us, my mind turns to what was once referred to in Old English as 'Christes Masse' - the Festival of Christ. Of course, these days, that holiest of days is less a celebration of the Messiah and more of consumerism...
But you know, who am I to judge? Today's Playstation 5 is yesterday's frankincense and myrrh...
Beyond being a time of anxiously awaiting to see what old St. Nick has stuffed in your stocking, this is also a time of storytelling.
Good morning to you from the 49th state! This is Chris in the Morning on 57AM KBHR coming at you from the Minnifield Communication Network in beautiful downtown Cicely. #northernexposure thread
Billie Holiday - Let's Dream In The Moonlight via @YouTube
I don't know about you guys, but I've become a bit obsessed with politics lately. And it's a bit ironic, of course, because I'm not even allowed to vote. As you may recall, many years ago I spent some time in the State pen back in West Virginny for boosting a '71 Firebird...
...and well, that left me as a sort of persona non grata with respect to election participation. So, like some forbidden fruit, I'm now drawn to the process, perhaps moreso, because of my inability to partake. But despite my inability to cast a vote, I'm not short on opinions.
Hola Cicely,
Chris in the Morning on KBHR 57AM coming at you from the Borough of Arrowhead. It's a nippy 35 degrees out there this morning, but we're going to get up to a positively balmy sunny 55 later on. (thread)
It's #Debates2020 night here in Cicely! Yes, the candidates for mayor are squaring off for the 1st time & the town is buzzing with excitement. For those unfamiliar, mayoral elections have been a hotly contested event since Edna Hancock unseated Holling Vincoeur's long-held reign.
Yes, we have a mayoralty race, folks. To which I can only add, alea jacta est. 'The die is cast', the battle is joined. Hold on to your hats, Cicely. We're about to bear witness to that sacred rite...
Goooooooood morning, Cicely!
It's Chris in the Morning coming at you from the KBHR studio in beautiful downtown Cicely, Alaska - 57AM on the dial. For some reason, I was thinking of karma when I awoke this morning.
Is karma just a disconnected cosmic happenstance, or does it have more to do with principles we all know and understand, like causality? Now, I'm no lawyer, but If we refer to the Brihadaranyaka texts of ancient Hinduism, I think I could make a compelling defense for the latter.
To wit,
"Now as a man is like this or like that,
according as he acts and according as he behaves, so will he be;
a man of good acts will become good, a man of bad acts, bad;
he becomes pure by pure deeds, bad by bad deeds"
Good Sunday morning, Cicely -
It's a brisk 31 degrees out there this morning so get your java brewing, wrap yourself up in your favorite blanket and set a spell while we watch that big ol' sun rise...#northernexposure (thread)
With these cold nights now descending upon us, the leaves have started their annual fireworks show, and I'm reminded that while we busy ourselves with our lives, our jobs, our little fights and disputes, this blue-green orb we live on is going to just keep turning on its axis...
Now, back in West Virginia, my Uncle Roy Bower used to look up at the stars and planets and the immensity of it all and just get overwhelmed. Maybe this is why he kept ending up in the pokey - the confined space and regimented schedule was more to his liking...