(no longer) The Northernmost Jew

I LOVE half-sour pickles. The really big ones. Also, they are pretty low calorie. (Don't bother telling me about sodium!) Unfortunately, they are impossible to find outside of the NYC area. (I once went to Canter's Deli - the famous one in LA - and asked for a half sour pickle. They gave me half a sour one.) Since I was in NYC for a couple of weeks, I bought some to take back with me. (Mazer's Deli in Little Neck has the best.) Last time I did this, I put the pickles in a bag I checked and the juice leaked over the whole bag. This time I carried the container in my jacket pocket. Yes, they separated my jacket for hand inspection, but OKed it. I got my pickles on the first plane, through the connection in Seattle, and to Anchorage. I do remember taking it off the plane in AK. Then I lost it somewhere in the airport. My annoyance at myself for losing them is balanced by wondering the reaction of whoever finds the container of pickles with a label from a deli in Queens.

I never had to drive in snow before. In NY, I just took public transportation everywhere. In Portland, the schools would close the few days there was snow, and I could take the bus if I needed to get anywhere. In Deering, you could not get away from the snow, but I did not have to drive anywhere, and those that did used snowmachines. (Boy, can those snowmachines get around!!)

Everyone gets studded tires. Not everyone got them in time for the snow (I did) and many places that change the tires were open 24/7 for a while after the first snow. (Did people not see it coming?)