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I Want Out of This “Club” (of Hate-Filled, Racist, Right-wing As%$oles)
Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler Author’s Note: I wrote this column a couple of years ago, but now I feel it is important to recycle it. Another summer is here. The “club…
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Dickens’ Great Dark Villain: Fagin the Fierce
Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler ANCHORAGE Alaska—(Weekly Hubris)—6/20/11—Last night, I watched the DVD of the latest in a long list of film versions of Charles Dickens’ famous classic novel, Oliver Twist. This…
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Barefoot Boy (With Snake)
Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler ANCHORAGE Alaska—(Weekly Hubris)—6/6/11—In Ray Bradbury’s wonderful classic, Dandelion Wine, there is a now-famous chapter in which the young protagonist, Douglas Spaulding, age 12, as soon as school…
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The Vanishing (& More Haunted Than Ever) Bookshop
The Vanishing (& More Haunted Than Ever) Bookshop Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler ANCHORAGE Alaska—(Weekly Hubris)—5/16/11—We just lost our Borders bookstore. It finally closed its doors recently, after several really depressing weeks…
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A Series of Hair-Raising Tales, or Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow, or The Sad Tale of The Hairy Potter (I Got a Million of’Em, Folks)
Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler ANCHORAGE Alaska—(Weekly Hubris)—4/11/11—Pity the poor, follickly-challenged male. Someone’s got to. He is the unsung schlemiel of our trendy society, and no amount of depression or anger or…
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Molly Revisited
Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler Note: The following column was written two or three years ago, but I think it bears publishing again at this time. The young woman—I’ll still call…
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Mr. Pettigrew’s Passion Pit (or, My Short Life as A Pimp)
Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler Note to Readers: The following story is absolutely true, but I have changed some of the names. Mr. Pettigrew was not really named Pettigrew, but he…
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Those Remarkable Alaskan Women (And I Don’t Mean Mrs. Palin)
Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler ANCHORAGE, AK—(Weekly Hubris)—2/14/11—Last summer, during the very height of the tourist season, I noticed two elderly women from Kansas or Iowa or Idaho (I don’t recall exactly…
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The Smirkin’ Merkin, or Where Has All The Pubic Hair Gone?
Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler ANCHORAGE, AK—(Weekly Hubris)—1/31/11—A while back, while channel-surfing, a predominantly male activity that I have fallen into (I never actually watch an entire show, just flit around, curious…
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Maybe It’s Time to Unload, Not Reload (or, Pissing In the Wind, Yet Again)
Above The Timberline by Wayne Mergler ANCHORAGE, AK—(Weekly Hubris)—1/17/11—I do not remember what I was going to write my column about this week. I think it was going to be an attempt to…