Right on, Geoff!  Thanks for the laughs.  I am sure others can add their own 'Only in Alaska' examples here.  For me, the part I immediately related to was the "...traveling to the Lower 48 is most Alaskans' worst nightmare."  The last time I flew into O'Hare from Anchorage, I got physically sick to my stomach when the taxi driver came ripping up out of the tunnel and merged with 6 lanes of traffic as we made our way to Union Station to catch the Amtrak.  I mean, dude, just -look- at all these people!!  Another was when I was out on a walk on a country road on a 15-degree day with blowing snow, enjoying the bird songs and a stiff North wind tearing across the prairie.  Multiple people in cars stopped and rolled their window down and said something along the lines of "you ok man?" or "you need a ride?"  It was then I knew, beyond any other indication, where my home truly is.