An Exaltation of Books
A Portable Feast My parents were story tellers. And they both loved books. Stories are as portable as brains. I am reminded of Ernest Hemingway's A Moveable Feast. Whether you're camping in the high country or hunkered down for a long winter's night: a story is always available. And yet, no matter where we lived – Unalakleet, Yakutat, McGrath, Homer, Anchorage etc.: there were also books. Always.