It’s been said that there are two seasons in Alaska . . . winter and construction, and now we enter the latter. Would you believe this image is a church about a mile from my condo, so I’ve watch it go up slowly all winter. It’s just corrugated metal, and some Asian religion I guess. There’s another huge office building on the SE corner of Northern Lights and C streets, and this is the first building that cleverly put a huge garage on the lower floors. Perhaps the architect finally figured out that we all drive cars to these places, and since you can’t park on the street in Spenard (the real name of mid-town) you simply need a place for clients to park. They haven’t figured this out yet for downtown, and the last parking block now has a rather uninteresting looking Convention Hall going up with a name I’ll never remember — it’s Delana or something like that.
Springtime also brings lots of action in the arts and sports. Anchorage Opera is revving up for their season with several fund raisers, and the museum is expanding and you will laugh at the rather costly sculpture they are setting outside. Our football team enters it’s second season. Alaska Wild is their name, and they are. We had a meet-and-greet at the Petroleum Club last week, and were treated to a cheer/dance by the cut