New York City. 1968. I was 24. I had just graduated. I applied to VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America) as a deferment from the Army and Vietnam. I was young and thought I knew everything. I applied for an assignment in Hawaii.

    So naturally, six months later I’m in the remote, tiny Eskimo village of Sleetmute, Alaska. No streets, no electricity, no phones, no television, no signs, no law. I’m wearing everything I own. I’m hunting for my food. It’s fifty degrees below zero...and it’s getting colder....

    This is my story.

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