Friday, October 14, 2005


So the First National Bank on Front Street was robbed on Wednesday. I knew in my heart of hearts that I should be properly dismayed by that by that fact, rather than finding it quaint and hilarious, but really now... how could news like that NOT make you feel like you're in the middle of the Wild West? It was the talk of the town for the next 24 hours - definitely the most exciting thing to happen in days - until the thief was caught, well, the following morning. C and I were putting up posters yesterday for the sock monkey class that the museum is sponsoring, and were held hostage in the used bookshop for 15 minutes by a kindly whitehaired lady who desperately wanted to gossip about the robbery and laughed uproariously at the notion of anyone attempting to make off with stolen goods in Juneau, where all they have to do is shut down the airport and you've got NOWHERE to go. "No need for the bankers to play hero," she chuckled. "They know it's just a matter of time before they get their money back." The whole scenario went something like this: an unarmed man in black with a duffel bag entered the First National Bank, handed the teller a note informing her that he's robbing the bank, and made off with some cash. Runs back to his apartment building, where police later find the bag. Is behind bars less than a day later. How delightful. I love Juneau.


  1. First somebody robs the bank, then you and C are held hostage by some old lady just a day later. It sounds like there is a crime epidemic in Juneau. You should leave. Come south where all you have to fear are the VAST QUANTITIES OF WATER CASCADING FROM THE SKY continuously, nonstop, build me an ark, oh my god it's the end of the world, we're all going to die.

    Maybe this would be normal if we lived in a rainforest, or in Ecuador, but we DON'T.

    Ahem. xo,

  2. Aww... your stories (stink) brings tears to my eyes.

  3. Dan, fancy east coast college & it's, "stories brings"? Sheesh.