At the Malamute Saloon
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune; Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous...
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An Afternoon at John Haines’s Homestead
Poem of the Forgotten by John Haines* I came to this place, a young man green and lonely. Well quit of the world, I framed a house of moss and timber, called it a...
Little remains of Richardson, Alaska
Richardson Roadhouse in 1990, after it closed When I moved to Fairbanks in 1983, Richardson (about 70 miles southeast of town) was a pale shadow of its former self. There were just a few...
