we next headed downtown in a rag tag caravan of various people’s cars, including Dave’s old truck. I opened the door. It creaked, “Rust?,” I wondered. The drive along College Road and the houses, cabins and shacks reminded me of Dog Patch. This part of Fairbanks was a hodge-podge of odd, hand built houses and a few cheesy businesses and restaurants, none of them charming. We crossed over the Chena River into downtown. There also seemed to be a lot of litter floating around-something ...
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