Arnie was born in Bethel, he had been a miner all his life, but through a series of misfortunes that included his home catching on fire, and ending up with a cane through an unrelated incident, he found himself in jail, and homeless as of May. I told him to sit next to me and asked if he was hungry. He replied he's not much of an eating man, but Tim went to get him a reindeer hot dog anyway.
While Tim was gone we had a very pleasant conversation. He asked me about my life, and he told me of all the places he had been to in Alaska. It turns out we both have a soft spot in our hearts for the Southeast, and he said that if I can, I should make my way to Elfin Cove.
I plan to do that.
We aren't saving the world but tonight Arnie gave us a chance to look beyond ourselves and be a little wild with our resources, our love, and our faith. So if you're the praying kind, say a little prayer for Arnie, I know he would really, really love that.
P.S. If you are wondering, that wine is legit.