Bethel Musher Wins Junior Iditarod

Seventeen year old Bethel musher Jessica Klejka (CLAY ka) is the winner of the 2008 Junior Iditarod! And is her hometown ever proud of her.

The Junior Iditarod is a 150-mile sled dog race for young mushers between the ages of 14 and 17 years old. It is held each year on the weekend before the start of the Iditarod and follows the first portion of the Iditarod trail, starting at Willow, Alaska. The young mushers are driving teams of 10 dogs.

This was Jessica’s fourth Jr. Iditarod. Last year she finished third. She has also run Bethel’s Bogus Creek 150 race twice, and this year she entered the Kuskokwim 300. Along with several veteran mushers, Jessica was unable to finish the K300 due to severe weather conditions, but plans to try again next year.

A senior at Bethel Regional High School, Jessica is the oldest of seven children. She has been driving her own team of dogs since she was about 10 years old. The photo to the right is one I took of her with Iditarod musher and Yukon Quest champion Aliy Zirkle at the banquet after the 2006 races, when Jessica ran her first Bogus 150. That was the year the race was delayed in starting by three days due to severe cold; it was 30 degrees below zero. Jessica was 15. That's one tough kid!

This year’s Jr. Iditarod had a field of 21 mushers and dog teams, and included some well known names in mushing circles. Two of her competitors were Quinn Iten, son of Iditarod musher and 2004 K300 champ Ed Iten; and Patrick Mackey, grandson of Iditarod legend Dick Mackey and nephew of Lance Mackey, winner of both the 2007 Iditarod and Yukon Quest (first musher ever to win both races in the same year) and this year’s Quest.

Last night Dutch and I went to the high school students’ production of Little Shop of Horrors, where we ran into Jessica’s mom, Jackie, and most of her brothers and sisters; her sister Jenny (all seven kids have names that begin with “J”!) had one of the leading roles, and did a great job. Jackie excitedly told us that Jessica was in the lead at that point, waiting out the 10-hour mandatory rest at the halfway point. She would be clear to leave at 2 a.m. She arrived at the checkpoint four minutes ahead of Patrick Mackey. That is a pretty small lead to start the 75 miles to the Finish Line. Jackie said the report was that her dogs were looking great, and that she was “smokin’ the trail” on the way out (musher lingo for going really fast).

This victory is especially meaningful for Jessica, as it comes after a year that has been challenging for her. Last summer she lost her best pal and main lead dog. The family had decided to breed her when she came into heat, and the pregnancy went well until the very end. Just as she was due to deliver the pups, she apparently threw a blood clot and died almost instantly. Jessica saw it happen and yelled for help. Bethel does not have a full-time veterinarian; the vet who comes here several days each month was not in town. Jessica’s dad, Joe, who is a physician, called two other physicians from the hospital and they did an emergency C-section on the dog right there in the dog yard. They managed to get the eight pups out alive, and five of them survived. The newborns were taken to another musher’s yard and placed with a dog whose pups were just being weaned. She accepted the new litter and nursed them into healthy young dogs. It was something of a miracle, but tough on Jessica, who had lost her leader.

She was able to acquire a new leader, and began training hard in the fall. Our front window faces the trail she takes out of town, and Dutch and I watched her going out almost every day, regardless of the weather. Often one of her younger siblings would be riding in the sled, or following on a snowmachine. Joe and Jackie and most of the kids are involved in mushing, and all of them love it. Mushing is a Klejka family affair.

As winner of the 2008 Junior Iditarod, Jessica takes home a prize of $5,000. That will be a welcome addition to her college fund. And on the horizon? Who knows, maybe one day she will win the Iditarod.

Political Shenanigans

My apologies for the lack of recent postings. The town of Bethel has been in something of an uproar for the past week, due to the shocking behavior of our City Council. In a hastily-called Special Meeting last Friday night, they summarily and unexpectedly (to most of us) fired the city attorney. To understand the ramifications of this move, a little background is necessary.

Bethel is a Second Class city. This is not a comment on its quality, but rather a legal designation within the State of Alaska. It means that we have an elected City Council who chooses from among themselves one Council member to serve a one-year term as mayor. The people of Bethel do not elect our mayor. The mayor’s job is to preside over regular semi-weekly meetings of the City Council, to appoint citizens to various committees, and to call Special Meetings of the Council; it is not to run the city’s administration.

Our seven Council members volunteer to serve two-year terms with no remuneration. There is currently a hotly-debated issue of giving stipends to the Council members for attending the various meetings, but it has never been done before and is not yet the practice. Council members hold jobs elsewhere as their sources of income.

The job of running the city’s administration is performed by the city manager, who is the employee of the City Council. The city manager hires and supervises the various department heads within the city administration: Finance, Public Works, Fire Department, Police Department, Parks & Rec, Port of Bethel, City Planning, and Human Resources. The other two employees of the City Council are the city clerk, who handles all administrative details of the Council’s work, and the city attorney, who handles all legal matters for the City of Bethel.

Until about a year and a half ago, Bethel did not have its own city attorney. All our legal matters were jobbed out—at significant expense—to a legal firm in Anchorage that specializes in municipal law. It occurred to someone that we could probably save money by having our own legal counsel on staff. But instead of creating the position to report to the city manager as the other department heads do, the Council decided to have the city attorney be its own employee.

That was not a good idea, as it makes the city attorney subject to political partizenship and creates the difficult situation of having seven bosses. It also opens the possibility that if a Council member should violate the Bethel Municipal Code (BMC), that member would be prosecuted by his or her own employee, the city attorney. Which is precisely what happened.

Bethel has a long and colorful history as an Alaskan frontier town. We have only been incorporated as a city for fifty years, since 1957. At that time Bethel’s population was about 800 people. Twenty years later, the population had grown to around 2,000, and currently we stand at just under 6,000. Perched on the very edge of civilization as we are, Bethel has long been attractive to a wide variety of personality types, particularly the more prickly and iconoclastic individualists who did not fit in so well in the places they came from. Alaska has long been known for its live-and-let-live attitude, and Bethel was from early on a magnified example of that.

Old time Bethelites tell tales of the earlier days when lawlessness was more rampant here, and life a lot more colorful. I have heard of City Council meetings of thirty years ago that devolved into drunken brawls, complete with shouting matches, name-calling and fist fights. I have heard that twenty-five years ago, a man was shot to death—in the back, unarmed—in broad daylight, right in front of the post office, witnessed by any number of people, and the guy who pulled the trigger never went to jail. Real Old West type of stuff.

In the nearly ten years that I have lived here, Bethel has been a far more civilized place, but its heritage of wildness and non-conformity is a bright thread in the fabric of the town’s society. One thing that has not changed is a lack of cohesiveness and involvement when it comes to communal issues like the political process necessary to elect our city officials. Back in 1957, about 20% of the town’s population voted on the incorporation issue; today we are lucky if that same percentage turns up at the polls to vote our City Council members into office. One of our current members recently obtained his seat with 216 votes.

Our current Council consists of five men and two women. One of the men was just appointed at the regular meeting two weeks ago to fill a vacancy left when a sitting member moved away from Bethel. Six people applied for the position, and the six remaining Council members were evenly split between two of the candidates. It came down literally to pulling straws to choose, and in my opinion, the best man did not win.

The man who won that straw vote to get appointed to the City Council is a convicted felon who served jail time for dealing drugs. He is also a rebel who has refused to comply with the Bethel Municipal Code which, several years ago, outlawed the use of honey buckets within the city limits. All homes in Bethel are required to have sewer service, either piped or hauled; you can no longer pee and poop in a five-gallon bucket and either dump it somewhere or expect the city to come and pick it up and dispose of it for you, as they did for many years. This newly-appointed Council member has been seen dumping his honey buckets into the tundra pond behind his house, posing a public health threat to his neighbors.

He was cited for this violation of the BMC last summer. He paid his initial fine of about $100, but has not taken any steps to rectify his situation, despite the fact that over a year ago, the City of Bethel gave him a used sewer tank and delivered it to his yard. All he had to do was hook it up to his house. He chose to continue using honey buckets and dumping them illegally. He now faces fines of over $18,000 for his years of violation. And his case has been prosecuted by—who else?—Bethel’s city attorney. This has been going on for about six months.

The city attorney is a delightful, intelligent, accomplished woman with a degree from the University of Arkansas School of Law, and is a member of the Alaska State Bar. She completed her first year in her current position last November. Her first evaluation was due at that time, but was repeatedly postponed. Several members of Council completed and handed in their evaluations on paper, but the meeting to discuss her overall job performance was not held until last Friday night, Feb. 8^th, ten days after the straw vote that appointed the new Council member, and one day after his $18,000 ticket had been filed at the Bethel Courthouse by the city attorney. She chose to have her evaluation performed in public, which means that it should have been done at a regular Council meeting and broadcast to the entire Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta on the radio.

Instead, a Special Meeting was called, on a Friday night. No radio broadcast. About a dozen members of the public, including Dutch and myself, knew about it and were present in Council chambers for the travesty that unfolded.

The city attorney stated her opposition to the participation of the newly-appointed Council member. Not only was she prosecuting him for his violations of the BMC, he had not been a member of Council for the time period of her evaluation. It constituted such a clear conflict of interest that all of us observing were in stunned disbelief when he did not recuse himself and the mayor supported his participation in the evaluation.

A brief aside here about the Council chambers. Back in the day, Bethel’s City Council met around a card table in a Quonset hut. Today the Council sits in chambers that were once a courtroom. The seven members are seated in an L shape with the mayor at the center on a high, raised dais with microphones at each seat. They look down from their lofty perches at the city manager, attorney, and clerk, and at any members of the public who come to speak before them. It is a fairly intimidating arrangement for those on the floor.

So the evaluation proceeded. The three Council members on the audience’s left (the two women and one of the men) all spoke highly of the city attorney’s job performance in the past year. They suggested a few things she might work on, but overall gave her high marks. The three members on the audience’s right spoke very negatively, and in ways that did not make sense when they gave specific examples. Despite that, one of the three men gave her good marks overall, and one gave her marks that while not high, were at least passing (likely unknown to him; he spoke as if he thought he were cutting her off at the knees). The mayor, who had gone first in the evaluation, spoke of her performance as disappointing, though she responded to his points succinctly, and it was apparent to those of us observing that he had little to be disappointed about.

As the last evaluator finished, before anyone could even take a breath, one of the three on the right made a motion for immediate termination of the city attorney’s contract, and in half a nanosecond that motion was seconded by the newly-appointed member with conflicts of interest who was sitting next to him.

There was a shocked intake of breath by the audience and by the three members on the left. What??? It took a minute to sink in. We just couldn’t believe it. This had to be a joke. But no.

The three members on the left spoke eloquently about the injustice, the lack of reason, the foolhardiness of this move. It was pointed out that firing the city attorney would leave Bethel legally defenseless at a time when there are multiple legal cases in process. In the end, the mayor joined the three on the right and the motion passed. I was so angry I wanted to spit nickels.

Dutch was every bit as angry as I was, and we left immediately, before either of us said or did something ill-advised. We learned later that evening that the mayor and the vice-mayor (who was the maker of the motion) called a police officer and the three of them escorted the city attorney to her office, required her to turn in her keys on the spot and would not allow her to take even her personal effects—her diplomas, her shoes for Pete’s sake!—from the building. They treated her like a heinous criminal, with no dignity or respect.

Over the weekend there were flurries of phone calls as news of the events of Friday night spread around town like wildfire. The responses we encountered were fairly universal: stunned disbelief. The rapidity with which it happened made it clear that this had been planned ahead of time. Doing so would be in clear violation of the Open Meetings Act, which prohibits members of City Councils to meet privately to discuss Council business.

The next regularly scheduled Council meeting was last night. The citizens of Bethel showed up in such large numbers that Council chambers could not hold everyone. Chairs were set up in front of the railings and still people spilled into the hallway. Citizen after citizen came forward during People To Be Heard to speak strongly against the Council’s actions last Friday night. Dutch was the first one to speak, and he did a beautiful job. He was reasoned, logical, and passionate.

Toward the end of his fifteen minutes, he asked the all important question: what is your plan now? So you’ve fired the city attorney, and what do we do next? We’re facing numerous issues that require legal counsel. Do you think you’ll just put out a job notice and we’ll hire someone new to step in by next week? That won’t happen. Do you think we’ll just call up a firm in Anchorage? At $400 per hour, we can’t afford much of their time. He encouraged the people of Bethel to call the Council members in the next few weeks and months and continue to ask these questions.

There was a single member of the public who spoke in support of Friday night’s events. She called the four members of Council who voted for dismissal of the city attorney brave individuals. She read into the record a letter from a local lawyer to our city attorney in which he questioned her involvement in a legal issue last summer. The letter was clearly an inquiry, not based on a complete set of facts, and the speaker did not read the city attorney’s response to the letter, which cleared things up for the lawyer who wrote to her. It was numerator data; without a denominator, worthless. A few speakers later, it was revealed by someone else that this lone voice in support of the dismissal is the new campaign manager for the mayor, who is running for a seat in the State legislature.

Dutch’s point was very clear: this entire debacle was an irrational, ill-planned move that gave a few people with personal vendettas a few seconds of gratification. “Gottcha!” The smug grin on the face of the newly-appointed Council member throughout the Special Meeting on Friday could not have been more clear. What the four members who voted for this did not seem to calculate or care about was the huge repercussion to the City of Bethel. This is devastating, on many levels.

Financially, it could bankrupt the city. The city attorney clearly has a strong case for wrongful dismissal. I expect that she will sue the city, and the individual members of the Council, over this. I hope she does; they need to learn that their actions have consequences, and that they are responsible for their actions. It is not just a game, like some of them—the maker of the motion in particular—seem to think. It is likely that the city’s insurer will not cover the damages in such a case. And then there are the many cases in process for which we will now have to hire expensive outside legal counsel.

This action has had a very chilling effect on the people in city administration. The maker of the motion has appeared to have an outright war going on again the city manager in the not-too-distant past; clearly, he will be next, and one of the citizens who spoke last night said as much. As a prominent department head, Dutch will likely be third; he has already been the subject of a Special Meeting “roast”, spearheaded by a former Council member with an axe to grind. His words to the Council last night, while honest and brave, did not win him any love from them. The audience, however, applauded wildly.

For the last several years, the attitude of the City Council towards the city administration has been one of malevolence and mistrust; and this at a time when Bethel has one of the best and most competent administrations it has had in many years. The city manager is even-mannered, thoughtful, fair, well-liked, and a good leader. The heads of the various departments are doing their jobs well. Bethel’s roads are in the best shape anyone can remember. Services delivered by the city are handled in a timely and professional manner. The people who work for the city, from City Hall to the city landfill, all seem happier and more positive about their work in the last couple of years than ever was the case before.

The City Council, on the other hand, has been a squabbling, undermining, back stabbing bunch, who seem to be serving on Council only to advance their personal agendas, with little care for doing the city’s business or acting in the city’s long-term best interest. Listening to the Council meetings every other week, either in attendance at City Hall or on the radio, is an exercise in frustration. The pettiness, the sneering, the lack of respect with which they treat each other and, by extension, the citizens of Bethel, make me want to scream. Friday night reached a new low. Our City Council is now in the hands of four ignorant, self-serving thugs. It is time for recall petitions, and I am not alone in thinking so.

Cruel Day

It has been over a month since Dutch and I had our snowmachines out, for one reason or another. I was really hoping we could manage at least a short ride before the Super Bowl started. My dad, who is a major football fan, said the game should start about 2:30 Alaska time, so it seemed a reasonable hope.

Last weekend’s blizzards gave us such a huge dump of snow that the trails are perfect. The temperatures have been mild all week, 20 to 30 above, and there have been lots of snowmachines out, so the trails are easy to see and follow. Time to get out of town and into the wilderness!

But once again the weather had to thwart me. The day was gorgeous to look at: cloudless blue sky with bright sun shining on all that lovely snow making sparkles everywhere. But the thermometer this morning read minus 23 degrees F, and the 10-15 mph wind gave us a wind chill of about minus 50. Way too cold for unnecessary traveling. The last time we went out, Dutch got a good-sized patch of frostbite on his face, and it was a quite a bit warmer than this. So we stayed inside and did a few house chores until it was time to turn on the TV.

Dutch enjoys watching football, mostly college level, but he is not fanatic about it. I would far rather watch baseball than football. The Super Bowl is my one exception. It is part of our history. The first Super Bowl I ever watched was with him at his parents’ house in Florida in January, 1972. It was Super Bowl VI, and the Miami Dolphins were routed by the Dallas Cowboys, 24-3.

When it comes to athletic contests, if I have no connection or loyalty to either team, I tend to pull for the underdogs. I love it when a team can come from nowhere, play the game of their lives, and beat the favorite.

But today was different. I really wanted the Patriots to win this one. Partly because it would give them a perfect season, which is a nearly impossible thing to achieve in any sport; and partly because I just adore Tom Brady. He’s gorgeous and he’s a great football player.

The Giants did that underdog thing that I usually love to see. They played their hearts out and they won in the last few minutes of the game. Nurse Kim over at Emergiblog hasn’t posted about it yet, but I’m sure she is in deep mourning. She has been a serious Brady fan since his college career at University of Michigan.

Perhaps Brady can lead the Patriots to follow in the footsteps of the Dolphins, who came back the next year to win Super Bowl VII, completing a perfect season. If he doesn’t get traded by then, that is.

Living Damp

In this case, the post title refers not to the ambient humidity level or the condition of one’s clothes, but to the local alcohol control laws. In Alaskan parlance, Bethel is a damp town.

Damp is the compromise between wet and dry. In wet towns, like Anchorage, Fairbanks and Juneau, alcohol is available for sale and the only restriction on purchase and consumption is your wallet. In dry towns, like almost all villages, alcohol is not only not for sale, but also illegal to bring in, possess or consume.

In the middle there is damp. In damp towns, alcohol is not available for sale, but it is legal to import it for personal use. Of course bootlegged alcohol is available in both dry and damp towns, it is simply not legal. Damp towns have limitations on the quantity of alcohol an individual may import, as an effort to curb bootlegging, and these limitations are chosen by each town.

Bethel has what are considered the “standard” limitations. In one month, one individual over the age of 21 can order: 10.5 liters of distilled spirits (that’s 14 “fifths”); 5 cases of beer; and 24 liters of wine (32 regular-sized bottles (750 ml)). That means one could consume 4 cans of beer, 1 bottle of wine, and half a fifth of hard liquor every day and still have a little bit left over. The limitations don’t seem terribly restrictive to me, though I have heard people grouse about them.

The process for importing the alcohol is what feels more onerous. First you must choose an alcohol distributor in Anchorage with a Bush program, such as Brown Jug Liquors or Party Time Liquors. An account must be established with them by supplying a photocopy of your Alaska driver’s license or state I.D. showing a physical address that is not in a dry village.

When you are ready to place an order, you write out a list of what you want, within the above limitations, sign the list (original signatures only, no faxes), include your D.L./I.D. number, and the cargo company you wish them to ship with. It is easiest to pay by giving them a credit card number. If you prefer to pay by check, you must call them, tell them what the order is and who the shipper is; they will estimate the weight and give you a total amount. If they misjudge the weight, and the amount of your check is inadequate to cover the order and the shipping, they will ship the order “Freight Collect”, meaning you pay the cargo company when you pick it up.

Once your order is ready to send in, you either mail it to Anchorage or you drive it out to the airport to your preferred cargo company, fill out a form and leave it with them. The next day, or the day after, you call them to check if your order is in, and then drive back out to the airport to pick it up.

Dutch and I are “social” drinkers. We enjoy a glass of wine with dinner a few nights per week, or a beer while watching football or eating pizza on the weekends. We go through the ordering process perhaps three or four times per year.

Part of my difficulty with the ordering process is in knowing what to order. I am a sucker for marketing; I will admit that I choose a bottle of wine because I like the label. I enjoy just wandering the wine aisle and looking at the labels. So of course, I have figured out a few that I like, and I can simply order them, but where’s the fun and adventure in that?

One of the best parts of a trip to Anchorage (coming up in two weeks) is being able to walk into a liquor store or wine shop and just browse, talk to someone knowledgeable, and buy whatever we want. Dutch’s comment the last time we did was “Wow! Makes me feel like such a grown-up!”