This is my Dad. When he was young, he split time between Danville, CA and Whitehorse in the Yukon territory. Never in the military, an arm injury as a teenager prevented that. Didn't stop him from much, just slowed him down a bit. He used to tell me stories about the nights that never come in the summer, and the northern lights in the winter. Probably sparked my love for Alaska (I sneak off there every chance I get). Usually a quiet guy, unlike me, LOL - but a helluva story teller once he got rolling.
angela
