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Contest: T-Shirt design

  The Press is celebrating its 21st birthday this year and because every special occasion deserves a new outfit we’re looking for a fresh, wearable graphic. Think you can help us out? Why not enter our T-shirt design contest! The winning art will be featured…

Contest entry: Spenard, Where Babies Come From

By Matt Collins I owe my life to a street named Spenard and a rowdy pickup bar called Chilkoot Charlie’s. Our story takes place in January of 1979, two weeks before Super Bowl XIII, where the Pittsburg Steelers will inevitably squeak out a victory over…

Contest entry: Moms don’t go to places like Chilkoot Charlies

By Regina McConkey One evening my aunt was in town visiting from Seattle. We sometimes stop off for a glass of wine when she’s in town, so I called my mother to see what the game plan was. Mom casually dropped that she and her sister…

Contest entry: Breakup in Spenard

By James Mason It was late May and the ice had just come off Lake Spenard. The day was sunny and clear so I took a spin on my mountain bike. At the northeast corner of the lake where out of town float planes tie…

Contest Entry: Heart of Spenard

By Allison Louise When my Grandpa, Hunter Lee Fisher (really. His name was Hunter Fisher.) moved his family up the Alcan to Alaska in 1962, they settled in a ramshackle house on 26th Ave in not quite, but almost, the heart of Spenard.  Grandpa Fish…

Contest Entry: Meth Monsters

By Lucas Rowley It was a summer day in the early nineties.  Dr Dre’s album was out, everyone wanted to be a gangster, and Anchorage was blowing up with crime. I was hanging out with my crazy friends.  Some of my memory is cloudy from this…

Contest Entry: One Fine Tuesday

By Shoshawnna O’Kelly My Spenard story starts at 6am on a Tuesday, back in the day when AKdigitel was still around turning people’s phones off at midnight. Because that’s a totally appropriate time to disconnect a phone. So I wake up, still slightly drunk from the…

Contest Entry: Walking unescorted

By Carol Schlitte One of the funniest things that has ever happened to me; although it wasn’t at all funny when it occurred… My first day ever, in Anchorage in September of 1996, after a summer working at Denali National Park, I was staying with…

Contest: Spenard Stories

This week our feature story is about Spenard, that magical section of Anchorage that was once its own town and is now the heart of a sprawling municipality. Mary Lochner spoke with several people who have long  histories in the area for her piece but…

Guest review: Poetry Slam with Katie Wirsing and Rudy Francisco

By Sarah Evans Somewhere along the line, poetry got a bad rap.  Maybe it was from the desks of your stuffy 11th grade English classroom, where you wished Walt Whitman would just speak plainly.  Or maybe it was in the era of Dangerous Minds when…