A co-worker of mine was a pretty wild hare. Back in either '78 or '79 at around 2:00 a.m. he was driving toward downtown on Spendard through the soft quivering underbelly of Anchorage on an icy winter night. He was probably not 100% sober knowing him. He hit a bad patch of wet ice, spun out, and ended up in the parking lot of The Magic Carpet Ride "massage" parlor. He put it in park , said to himself it was divine intervention, and went inside for a little TLC. Things have changed quite a bit in the past 40+ years.
Gary Kings was always a fun outdoor gear place to shop. Always loved to look at the mounts all around the upper level. They had an amazing moose (Klineberger's?) up on the wall. Must have been 80". Also, a Marco Polo ram and a bunch of other fine trophies.
