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There was something Bukowskian about Anchorage.  I wandered the streets of downtown Anchorage slowly.  I had my eggs and hash at an old time diner.  There were several gift shops reminding me of McCrory’s and Woolworth’s.  Those old five and dimes were the bomb.  I almost expected to find an old malt shop.  The dive bars were pretty divey.  I listened to a couple people talk about reindeer and elk barbacoa.  A lot of afternoon shots were being poured.  Once the seal on a bottle Jager Meister is broken, the party is officially underway.

Jealous of locals

but sticking to Jameson

an Irish whiskey

the true soul of a poet

reflected in empty glass