Driving down one of our more optimistically named thoroughfares in Anchorage - Northern Lights Blvd - I passed a van.
From the open driver's window, a small dog was sticking its head out in the wind.
Driving past, I saw the dog was sitting on the lap of the driver, who was driving with just one hand.
The window was open, I could see, not for the dog but because the driver was smoking, blowing the smoke out the window.
He had on only a collared shirt - no gloves, no hat. We were going 40 MPH.
It was 12 degrees.
Three possibilities: that guy really likes to smokel he really, really hates smelly cars; he's flat-crazy.
Can you guess which I suspect?