Letters to the Editor 8 Jan 2005 Finally looked at Dec. issue front pg. Surely by now others have noted photo is not a dredge, but the dragline that Ansgar operated, and which worked only at Ester where it remains (near Dredge 10). You can see the dragline walking in the USSR&M’s [United States Smelting, Refining, and Mining, Inc.] Alaska Gold film (w/KSUA audio track). I bet you have seen it, right? Maybe if I saw the original photo I could tell who people are. Hope all’s well. I’d say it’s time for me to write something for you, ?Que no? Happy New Year! Matt (Reckard) [but really, Ester, Alaska—Ed.] January 27, 2005 Thought you'd appreciate knowing about my profound adoration of Marjorie Cole's Ice Cream poem. As a regular maker of ice cream, home-made only, hand cranked, the whole magnificent obsession, I can only say that her words were the best I may ever know in my brief but ice cream-rich stay upon this bovine populated planet. May we share these begging bowls, Marjorie, and Deirdre. As both a staunchly supportive reader of the Ester Republic and a severely addicted aficionado of homemade ice creams (the result of a doting mother who made same...), I have a reverent message full of admiration and gratitude for Marjorie. I happened onto her poem, simply titled " Ice Cream" as I was heading to bed two evenings ago. Without any intent of exaggeration whatsoever, I think it is the best damn ice cream adoration humanity has yet managed. Just found it absolutely perfect. Thanks most humbly for the metaphorical taste of the coldest, best secret of Alaska: We have the longest ice cream season on earth. With Marjorie's words, we now deserve it. Rich Seifert
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