Now when I lose one box, I call 800 numbers to order gear to arrive in a few days. I could order a pineapple. Three days a week, I can walk over to a little strip of asphalt, wave a little piece of plastic, and land in Fairbanks in 90 minutes. That trip, a few decades ago, took a month. I sat tonight in a warm room, tummy full of oatmeal cookies to mellow my soul, and watched a PBS documentary about Indonesian wildlife.
Folks can wail about the impending doom of a world moving too fast.
I am optimistic. I wasn't always. But I decided a few years ago to live, love, share, and do my best. I talked with a few folks today. Their money here comes entirely from oil revenue.