Last week, my husband and I went on a walk to check out the zombies (so random…but I really wanted to see them!). We didn’t get there in time; they must have decimated the west end of downtown and moved on to new victims before we got there.
However, we found something just as good, maybe better: Star the Reindeer.
Like many Anchoragites (Anchoraginians? What to we call ourselves, anyway?) I grew up with the Stars (for those of you that don’t know, there have been many Stars; I think we’re on #6 – here’s a history for you!) and always feel lucky when I get to see one. Of course, since Star lives on the corner of 10th and I, it’s pretty easy to catch a glimpse of her.
Despite my years of Star-gazing, I’ve never gotten as close as I did on our evening stroll down the Park Strip . Surrounded by her adoring public, she posed for photos and nibbled on grass. We were so close I could have petted her.
Star is more of a celebrity than most (if not all) local personalities. Of course, she has antlers, is furry, and there are songs written about her brethren, so she has a bit of an advantage, but still, no one else in town gets followed by a crowd of people hanging on her every move, snapping photos paparazzi style, and desperately wanting to touch her fur!
Have you ever met Star?