MORNING SEX: How is that working for Alaskans?

 Ah, Alaska. The only state in America where everything is bigger than it is in Texas, while sharing the joy of an occaisional hint of oil in the ground water. The last great American frontier, unless you count South America and a good bit of Canada. A mystical place where you can still find a glacier, not to mention a time honored reason to laugh at  Russia! (7.2 milion dollars! For Alaska! President Andrew Johnson saw Ivan comin' that day I tell ya!) In Alaska the taxi-cabs are planes and the salmon swim upstream. It's the perfect mix of modern meets pre-historic. A man can be gang-bangin' in Fairbanks at 8:am and be poaching moose in Denali by 8:pm, all the while knowing the sun's not gonna set for a good long time. At least that's what I read somewhere.
I've never actually been to Alaska. In fact in my neck of the woods there aren't any woods. I live on a modest peice off land just outside of Yuma,Arizona. I like to call it Geronimo's back yard. I aquired it in 1977 with the help of a friend of mine who'd made a fortune by investing in a bunny ranch in Nevada. A bunny ranch! Go figure. I was 21 years old and I wanted to  to prove myself to my family. I come from a long tradition of Tennesee Walking Horse trainers, and my father, Nab Briskoe all but disowned me when he was told I was allergic to horse manure. So at 21, I packed up my Dodge Dart, and made arrangements for my mail order bride to meet me in Arizona.
I thought my wife (God rest her soul) was a goddess! She had golden,olive skin and a bit of a lazy eye, but it was love at first sight. She had trouble speaking english at first, being from manhattan, but we worked thru the small stuff and within a year and a half we were the proud parents of two healthy boys, Leif and Eric (it's a Viking thing).We soon had to add on to our trailer.A room at each end gave it the look of one of those double long trailers and every so often we'd all go out and move rocks around to freshen up the landscape. life was good.
The years rolled by, and soon Eric and Leif took up the Briskoe animal torch and moved back to Tennesee to run a house for cats! they are doing well! A cathouse! Go figure!
My wife and I started doing community service in Yuma and one Saturday we decided to go collect snakes for the local rattlesnake milking competition. We had collected Quite a few when we decided to break for lunch. we had packed our favorite: BBQ beefsteak sandwiches with ice cold Alaskan bottled glacier water. I stepped away to relieve myself behind a cactus. when I returned I found her laying motionless beside her bag of rattlesnakes. She had choked to death on a tough peice of steak, and just like that my beautiful wife, Ignata Baker Briskoe was gone.
Today I find myself thinking of Alaska, with its six month long days and thinking of Ignata with her love of sex in the morning. She always saw the tree thru the forest, even in the desert. Her sweet memory begs the question, Morning sex: how's that working for Alaskans?