Apologies for the late post today, everyone. I’m writing from the lobby of the Nunamiut School in Anaktuvuk Pass, Alaska, where it’s about -38F with the wind chill. More soon from here!
On a warm spring day in 1982, a slender dark-haired man named David Polansky was wandering through the neighborhoods of Walpole, Massachusetts, peddling cassette tapes. T…
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