I’ve been watching the mail to see what might show up from my friend Robert, and yesterday a postcard arrived, all the way from Alaska! (Robert, you beat me there.) Robert said once that he had noticed that I always sent him a postcard and he always called me. I guess this time he decided to turn the tables.The note on the back is a little ambiguous, it almost sounds as if he’s MOVED to Alaska:
“Riding up the Alaskan Railroad from Hurricane Gulch, we stop to pick up a traveler. I noticed salmon in a creek with bear tracks on the ground and knew this was his world…then I thought, “This is my world, too.”
Yukon Jack
Yukon Jack was a character that a roommate of mine came up with in college; I took him to new lows by drawing fresh episodes on a 4 x 4 chalkboard every few days in the mens room of the Art building. A few people noticed; Robert was one.
I’m thinking Robert’s writing with the eyes of Yukon Jack, but one never knows about Robert; he may be holed up in some shack up there, getting ready to wait out the winter and see what spring has to offer.
