by Mitch Albom | Nov 21, 2008 | Detroit Free Press, Sports
I am about to tell you a remarkable story that not only restores my faith in newspapers, newspaper readers and humanity in general, but also makes my dog extremely happy.
Here I was in my house Thursday morning. I had just returned from the Iditarod Sled Dog Race in Alaska, a wonderful assignment that, unfortunately, was being cut short so I could get to Florida and write about — ahem — spring training baseball.
“Well, dog,” I said to my golden retriever, as I unpacked the long underwear from my suitcase, “too bad I didn’t get to see the end of that race.”
by Mitch Albom | Mar 15, 1993 | Detroit Free Press, Sports
IDITAROD DIARY, CHAPTER 11:
In which we learn absolutely nothing, except that someone night be dead out there. NOME, Alaska — And the winner is . . .
Nobody?
“Have you heard anything?” someone asked in the confused race headquarters on Front Street, where this grueling Iditarod dogsled race was supposed to have ended already — and I was supposed to be heading back to Planet Earth. “What’s the latest?”
by Mitch Albom | Mar 13, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
IDITAROD DIARY, CHAPTER 9:In which we encounter the sea, the sandman and the frozen soap.UNALAKLEET, Alaska — Night has fallen. The cold winds howl. The villagers stand like statues atop giant snow drifts. In heavy coats and seal-skin hats, they gaze silently...
by Mitch Albom | Mar 4, 1991 | Detroit Free Press, Sports
IDITAROD DIARY, CHAPTER 4: In which we discover sleeping dogs, ice cooking, and witness a plane crash.SKWENTNA, Alaska — As the wind curled over the frozen treetops, I glanced at my pilot, Old Jim, who used to fly burned bodies out of Vietnam — we’ll...
by Mitch Albom | Mar 3, 1991 | Detroit Free Press, Sports
IDITAROD DIARY, CHAPTER 3: In which The Last Great Race on Earth begins.ANCHORAGE, Alaska — The streets were still dark when the horrible noise began, a yelping, screeching, howling sound that swelled to a frightening volume, until you wanted to cover your ears...
