by Hank Nuwer | Jan 8, 2023 | Alaska Tales, Hank Nuwer Autobiography, Humor
“I’m goin’ down, down, down, down,” I crowed out of tune along with the radio. I steered the Chevy van from the Alberta highlands near Bezanon toward the stark and rugged terrain of Grande Prairie. Bruce Springsteen’s lament about his bored lover was appropriate... by Hank Nuwer | Jan 7, 2023 | Alaska Tales, Hank Nuwer Autobiography, Humor
Friday, June 6, started off with double scares. The Jeep Renegade tire pressure was a dozen pounds less than Jeep recommended. The automatic door on the Chevy Uplander failed to close fully after loading. Improbable as it seems, the Jeep and Chevy dealerships... by Hank Nuwer | Jan 6, 2023 | Alaska Tales, Hank Nuwer Autobiography
Good morning. It’s 3:50 a.m. Central Time on Friday as I write now in Estevan, Saskatchewan. Not much time to write the last two days. We just plugged on and on. We stopped at the duty-free shop at the Customs border in Portal, N.D. last night and bought a not-bad... by Hank Nuwer | Jan 4, 2023 | Alaska Tales, Hank Nuwer Autobiography
Hello, hello. Gosia and I are safe and warm in a Beloit motel. Both our van and Jeep are tied to the hitching posts outside. Our trip had a rocky start. We forgot the chains in case of snow trouble, and Gosia went back to Union City to fetch them while I nursed a...
