A day after commencement, fifteen days before my departure to Alaska, I drove with my parents from Eugene down to an affluent, vanilla suburb just east of the San Francisco Bay: my hometown, Danville, California.
On these brief annual stints back home, what occurs, on too many occasions to count, is my replying to a question asked by every Danville mother and father I cross: ‘So, what are you doing now?’
‘I’m about to go to Cordova, Alaska to report on climate change with the SOJC!’ I reply with first and with much enthusiasm every time.
‘Wow. Alaska. I hear it’s beautiful,’ most reply,