A random bench sits by the river, the McCarthy Creek. However, the creek is way too badass of a river to merely be a “creek.”
This particular bench quite clearly spent her professional career as a seat in someone’s car or truck. After the car or truck stopped running, she retired. To sit and enjoy the peace and quiet with the occasional visitor. Like myself, someone who has come to enjoy an enriching phone conversation with an old friend.
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Jonathan Erdman
Writer. In the summers, I live and work in the incredible state of Alaska, in the bush community of McCarthy, as the Executive Director of the Wrangell Mountain Center. When not in McCarthy, you'll typically find me in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California, writing and working with local activists. My primary writing project right now is a novel set in remote bush Alaska, of the magical realism genre wherein an earnest and independent young woman finds a mysterious radio belonging to her grandmother, a device that has paranormal bandwidth and a disturbing ability to mess with one's mental stability.
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