As the captain of the ship pulled into port in Juneau, Alaska, guiding this massive vessel as if parallel parking between other cruise ships, I thought of my mother trying to teach me how to parallel park a car. Alaska always makes me think of my mom. One time, Mom came home from work, her eyes dancing and her tongue wagging as she played with the idea of moving to Fairbanks, Alaska. Like a cat with catnip, she pawed and batted the prospects, and I don’t remember when she lost interest. A great place to visit, but I would not want to live there. My mom, a young widow, displayed…