It's 30 degrees this morning, and the oh-so-helpful folks at the National Weather Service* issued a freeze warning for overnight ... but not until 4:40 this morning. How in the ever-lovin' heck was that supposed to help anybody?
Oh, well ... onward and upward.
There are still roughly a thousand customers without power from Tuesday night's storm, and the lack of heat is probably bothering them about now. Long-time Alaskans, and anyone with common sense, will have lots of blankets and/or a kerosene heater. Those who've come here from the Left Coast will be shivering, cursing the cold, and dialing 911 demanding to know when "the City" is going to do something.
I say that not to be insulting to transplants from nanny-state communities, but based on my personal observations of those who have recently arrived. Last winter, some of those folks complained that parking lots were slippery. This, an hour after the snowplows had come through & spread gravel on the freshly-plowed lots.
I finally had to write a memo to those who work in my building, explaining that Alaskans used to be known for their hardy self-reliance. "Look around you ... look at a map ... this isn't Oregon. Buy ice cleats, a flashlight, and a warmer coat, and be an Alaskan. Alternately, Portland is calling you."
Groundhog asked in comments on a previous post what Alaskans in the smaller towns and villages do to earn a living. Some create artwork to sell on consignment through the various Native Corporations; some work for the State as traveling members of various exploration or response teams, or the Dept of Transportation effecting road repairs; Native Alaskans (you'd call them Eskimos, although that's not what they call themselves) get dividends of a few thousand dollars, annually, for their shares in the Native corporations which sell timber, oil rights, and own other companies in the States; and many live on subsistence, hunting and fishing for food. Some also fly or drive into Anchorage or Fairbanks for work.
That's an over-simplification, of course, but should partially answer Groundhog's question.
And with that, it's time for more coffee. Have a great day, my friends.
* and you remember what "service" means, don't you?