wan·der·lust

From reporting in Wrangell to teaching in Tanzania and Bhutan to, now, transitioning to life in the capital city of Juneau – some words on a life in flux.

30 January 2008

A Series of One-Line Emails

Stephen Gross: I think you should write.

Lisa Phu: write what?

Stephen Gross: Write in general, you know.

27 January 2008

Bread Maker

Since working at the radio station, I’ve gotten some strange calls. Some people in Wrangell think that those who work at the radio are all knowing. As KSTK is the only radio station in Wrangell, we happen to be the authority on certain pieces of information – the times, dates, and places of meetings, garage sales, sporting events, stuff like that. We have Community Calendar more than once a day, which tells people what’s going on when. We also offer Swap-and-Sell twice a week, so we know who’s selling what and who needs what and what organization is doing a raffle. We offer the news. We announce items that are lost, and those that are found. We do Radiograms a few times a day, which gets messages out to those who live in remote areas or those who can’t be accessed by phone. So I guess, in some respects, KSTK knows a lot, more than the average Wrangellite, perhaps even more than the paper. But there are still many, many things which we – I guess, I – don’t have a clue about. And don’t particularly have any desire to find out.

I happened to be in the office today, even though it’s a Sunday, producing a story for tomorrow morning when the phone rang. It was an older male. He asked if I knew anyone who had a bread-maker. See, this person had just moved into town and was bored and got to thinking he’d like to make some bread. So he called the radio, because he assumed the radio would know who owned one, or if we didn’t we could announce such a thing – “bored man looking for individual with a bread-maker.” He said he had just moved into the senior apartments, so I told him he ought to ask around, ask his neighbors. He said he thought about that but no one was around to ask. I told him to call during normal business hours when someone – not me – could help him out.

13 January 2008

The Longest Two Days

It took Scott and I forty-eight hours to make it back home to Wrangell from Cuba. Of those forty-eight hours, five were spent on a curvy bus ride from Baracoa to Santiago, and the rest were comprised of six flights and the waiting in between – from Santiago to Havana to Cancun to Mexico City to Los Angeles to Seattle to Wrangell. We started with the vibrating hum of an Aero Caribbean charter flight and ended with the weather-ridden turbulence of an Alaskan Airlines flight. I’ve never had a longer journey going home.

But we're home. And, as always after a great trip, I wish I was still away.