Ghost Rider
When compiling essays for an anthology I recently published, I came across this brief note that reminds me of a man I'll always miss.
Juneau, Alaska
June 8, 2016
Thirty years ago I walked into the Red Dog Saloon. I’d never been to Juneau.
We walked thru a couple swinging doors and into a place with sawdust floors, a live band, and a bartender at the ready.
My stepfather ordered drinks, turned to a patron standing beside him. He greeted him by name as if he’d seen…
