Animals are a part of my life in Anchorage, human and the other, friendlier kind. I am fond of telling visitors that if you want to see big mammals, you’ll have a
better chance in the city than heading for the parks. That contention was no
more true than last summer. While slumbering with my earplugs and eyeshades on,
I suddenly sensed an elbow in my back.
“Do you hear that dog?”…
“You have to pull the grass tighter around the fish’s neck…”
“Like this?” I grip the dried grass and yank, like I am garroting the tomcod.
“Yes, now start braiding again…”
I am in our bicultural room and the oily reek of fresh tomcod bathes the school. Our bicultural teacher Becky and ninth grade Brendan are teaching me to braid tomcod. As I loop the strands of grass one over…Continue