A fine and bitter snow by Dana Stabenow Page A

sharp nod.
     
    Good.
     
    Jim went to talk to Billy Mike, implying without actually saying so that Billy Mike was the first person he'd come to. Billy was notoriously easygoing, but he had his pride. Billy's first question was, "You bringing your clerk with you?"
     
    "I hadn't thought," Jim said. "Pretty much up to her. She's pretty dug in in Tok. I don't know that she's going to want to pull the kids out of school. And then there's the housing. I didn't see any for sale signs on my way here."
     
    Billy gave a short, satisfied nod. "Let me know. I'll set you up some interviews."
     
    No doubt he meant with some of his many relatives, but then, the only person who had more relatives in the Park than Billy Mike was Kate Shugak. Jim just hoped that if Billy tossed any of his daughters into the mix that it would be Lilah, who was quick and bright, if a little sharp around the tongue, and not Betsy, who was a major whiner—it was always God or somebody else's fault. Since Lilah was never out of work and Betsy was seldom in, he didn't hold out much hope.
     
    The next thing Billy said was, "You'll have to build."
     
    "I know."
     
    "The Niniltna native association owns a construction company."
     
    "I know."
     
    As he left, Jim reflected that his plans were having unforeseen side effects, which, all told, put him on even more solid footing in the Park than he had been before.
     
    He went to Bobby Clark's next, borrowing Billy's brand-new Ford Explorer (the Eddie Bauer model, this year's Park vehicle of choice at permanent fund dividend time) to get there. The large A-frame on Squaw Candy Creek was set in a densely wooded glen next to a rocky, burbling little creek, the whole frosted with a thick layer of snow so white it was almost blue. It looked like a place you would see from the seat of a sleigh on the way to Grandmother's house, and Jim paused to admire it before crossing the little bridge and pulling up in front of the deck that extended the width of the house.
     
    Dinah had the door open before he got to the top step, one finger to her lips. He kicked snow from his boots and stepped inside, to see Bobby seated in front of a transmitter, in the middle of a broadcast.
     
    Park Air was not what you could call a scheduled radio show. Nor was it a show licensed or, for that matter, even sanctioned by the Federal Communications Commission. It had a tendency to wander up and down the bandwidth, forcing its listeners to search for it up and down the FM dial. Which would have been easier had Park Air had a fixed schedule and a regular broadcast. It wasn't like Bobby sat down every night at six o'clock to flip switches and send Creedence Clearwater Revival out into the ozone.
     
    And that was another thing: His play list was, well, to put it kindly, somewhat antiquated. Bobby had been born in the fifties and his musical taste had matured in the sixties, and when the seventies came along and brought the Eagles with them, he slammed the door to the tape player in all their faces. Nowadays, when during a broadcast the Park rats heard some John Hiatt, or a little Jimmy Buffett, or sang along to Mary Chapin Carpenter, they knew they had Bobby's wife, Dinah, to thank. Dinah, born in the seventies, now and then liked a little calypso poet in her airtime, and she was not averse to slipping the occasional rogue CD into the pile at Bobby's elbow. Nor was she completely averse to the right bribe.
     
    During the school year, Bobby broadcast advertisements for senior class car washes and junior high bake sales and the school lunch menu for the day, or maybe the week. During an election year, candidates for local and regional offices made the pilgrimage to Bobby's house for an on-air discussion of what the candidate promised to do if he or she was elected, which, since Bobby never believed a word they said and did not hesitate to say so, could get pretty lively. During fishing season, businesses from Cordova, Ahtna, and Valdez advertised