Bev and I stayed there in July of 1987 on our very first night upon coming to Alaska from Montana via the ALCAN, caravaning in an old Subaru with our kids, our cat, and a beat up '73 Ford F-100, it's windshield heavily weary of the journey.   I recall a modern building with friendly employees who were happy to give us directions to places we needed to go.      I had been assigned to what was then Elmendorf AFB.   Like so many military, we loved it here and stayed on in Alaska after I retired in '96.   Driving by that shuttered building every so often brought me back to that night, its ragged, haunted house appearance reminding me of how fast time has flown.