Reminisce (Part Seventeen): Anchorage is a good name for a place, especially as a stopover on long-haul flights. I remember the airport at Anchorage, Alaska from childhood flights to Japan. This was when you couldn't fly through Soviet airspace and instead went over the top of the earth, so to speak. Snow and biplanes beyond the runway. And a gigantic bear in a glass display case, stuffed and roaring on its hind legs. A polar bear? Some act of preservation.
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