Here’s the thing about living in a magical place people pay lots of money to visit. Sometimes we work so…
After decades living in Homer, the Betster can finally admit it. Yours truly has succumbed to birder fever. Consider the…
Last Thursday the Betster took a photo safari looking for sandhill cranes at Beluga Slough. The B. got a solid…
Just when you think the world might be getting back to normal, shazam, things have to go all topsy turvy…
When, oh when will our long seasonal nightmare end? Day after day, roaring blizzards have left maybe an inch of…
Congratulations, citizens. This week you earn the distinct honor of directly participating in your government. Unlike voting, where you just…
In the ongoing drama of our changing season, stuff happens. Sometimes it happens so fast you wonder if maybe we’ve…
Go to any meeting around town and you’re likely to hear the call of Homerus cruditis — that beast we…
Friday at 2:45 p.m. the sun crosses the celestial equator, an imaginary line in the heavens above the earth’s equator….
Recently the Betster took a sojurn to Anchorage for a refresher course, “Why We Live in a Small Town on…
This week marks a momentous occasion. After many long years of struggle, after thousands of hours of hard work, Alaska…
With all the weird weather back east, Homerites have been tempted to gloat. It’s 19 degrees in Washington, D.C., and…
This week we had an important celestial event: Groundhog Day, or as we call it in Alaska, Marmot Day. Monday…
