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Under the harvest moon of open mic night at Fat Stan’s, I shared with one of our naturalists that Nana’s passing has me thinking about getting my first tattoo.
I’ve never wanted one, not seriously, but I think there is something to be said about the significance of one tattoo…
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I talked yesterday to a deckhand engineer in his laidback carhartts and button-down cotton shirt.
He paused and stood outside Salmon Landing.
He said “Where are you coming from?”
“I had to deposit some laundry to the boat barn.” He smiled.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To my lair.” (the engineer tool-shop/magical, dingy…
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On a rainy afternoon when you are standing in your galley kitchen with your new roommates, coworkers and friends (three in one), you can take the time to chat about pleasantries, or go over the perfunctory story of how you got to Alaska, or you can skip right to the…
All you have to do to sell all of your things and move across the world is to do it.