Ispend time in Juneau, Alaska, every year. I’ve done so for ages. I love Juneau. It’s cloudy and wet, but captivating. It may be inaccessible by road,
but there is so much to see:
the 13.6-mile-long Mendenhall
Glacier, the Alaska State
Museum, Shrine of St. Therese,
Mount Roberts, and a long list
of other breathtaking sights.
One of my favorite aphorisms
is, “Life is not measured by the
number of breaths we take, but
by the moments that take our
breath away.” The author is
disputed, so I want you to take
credit for saying it.
I stay in the same hotel every
year. Why? Because it’s reasonably priced. I like a hotel room
that has a bed and a shower. I
also enjoy having walls, floor,
and ceiling. A door is nice, too.
And I do enjoy a room with no
odd smells that I’m unable to
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Named the Raven Maniacs
pinpoint. Anything else is fluff.
The hotel isn’t at the corner
of broken dreams and failed
promises. It’s located in a spot
where I can get to the places I
need to get to. It’s not far from
the airport. Juneau City and
Borough has a population of
approximately 33,000, but it covers a large area. Being the capital
of Alaska makes it a busy place.
The hotel offers a continental
breakfast, allowing me to sit in a
corner, eating yogurt and cereal
while drinking tea. Escaping the
blare of the TV is as difficult as
finding an Eskimo curlew. The
hotel also provides unintentional
entertainment. One afternoon,
two men wrestled in an argument over who would pay the
bill. I sprang into action and
took the opportunity to check
out before them.
Another night, two young
men who had been over-served