Nothing like living across the street from the city boneyard for one who enjoys exploring cemeteries. It's a great place to walk the dog on an autumn afternoon, with a spectacular view of Chequamegon Bay, and plenty of stimulus for thought.
Among my more interesting neighbors is a man who died too young:
Poor guy; probably thought he lucked out when the Army sent him to Alaska instead of France. The newspapers I've checked say nothing about the death of this local soldier, but I think it's a safe guess he was a victim of the great
flu epidemic.
Fort Liscum, it turns out, stood on the site of modern Valdez, and closed in 1923. The University of Alaska has
some great photos of the fort available online.