This one is a straight-up
parody piece that only local Alaskans would get. Come the summer season, folks around this neck of the
woods tundra will grab the
ubiquitous tools of the trade and head for the hills, to
rake in the bounty of the land. We subsist in so many ways - most of all the sun will return in the smallest, most delectable way possible with every savory bite of blueberry jelly or jam. Toast up some thick slices of homemade bread slathered and dripping with butter, and grab a comic book - preferably one drawn by
the great Romita.
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