The Dog’s Ball Fundraiser takes place at the old whorehouse. The house is painted white with green trim. It’s a Bed & Breakfast now, which is probably the best 21st-century reincarnation available to a Gold Rush brothel.
Tonight’s fundraising cocktail is any liquor of choice garnished with a sterilized dog’s testicle. This will hopefully solicit wild-eyed cash donations to the Yukon SPCA.
You think I’m kidding? No one eats this maraschino.
“Un catastrophe totale” is the opinion of the Frenchies, who go back to playing cards as musicians do. The pot will go to the dogs.
No one wants to hear about the dream I had.
I should walk down the street to the Sourdough Saloon, which has a wide selection of stuffed caribou heads arranged above the not- quite-tuneful piano.
On the bar at the Sourdough, there is a small wooden chest filled with rock salt. Placed in the rock salt is a human toe. The big toe, to be precise. The...
Lisa Pasold is the author of Any Bright Horse and, most recently, The Riparian.
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