This thought often crosses my mind and I decided it’s time to share it.
We are so fortunate to live in Wrangell. There are times when people carry on vehemently about things they dislike, but when we need each other there’s always tremendous support. The response to the landslide is a prime example.
It seems like we always run into a Wrangellite at the Seattle airport. When we do, it’s like old home week.
Recently, Rod and I were there waiting for our plane which was a couple hours late. I was slowing making my way to the “facility” when someone took my arm and said, “Let me help you.” Of cour...
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