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Legends of Myself 135

March 1, 2020

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135. The Mediterranean Sea, 2001. In Conclusion So there I was in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea on a ferry to Tunisia. I had caught a morning bus out of Palermo to Trapani, from which the ferry sailed. At the ferry terminal, the passenger waiting area was dominated by Tunisians going home. Tunisians apparently […]

Legends of Myself 134

February 16, 2020

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134. Prince Rupert and Vancouver, 1965-66. Departures and Arrivals There was a little hole in the window to our room at the lower right corner of the glass which the kittens liked to poke their noses out of occasionally. I stood at that same window often to look out on the street. On Fridays and […]

Legends of Myself 133

February 9, 2020

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133. Prince Rupert, 1965. Sticky Quarters, Skeptics and Star Weekly Signs For the period September through December of 1965, Reynold and I were the most famous of famous friends. Mutt and Jeff. Alphonse and Gaston. Reynold and Ted. I struggle to remember what we actually did most of the time. I recall us one night […]

Legends of Myself 132

January 29, 2020

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132. Prince Rupert, 1965. Ducking Out of School I seriously dislike it when someone wastes my time. If I’m to waste my time, I prefer to do it myself. In Prince Rupert I could read the works of Edgar Rice Burroughs (45 cents or 50 in the back-corner rack at Eddie’s newsstand) or comic books […]

Legends of Myself 131

January 24, 2020

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131. Goodbye to the Skeena And finally we had to leave. Some of it we carried with us when we went. I remember almost 10 years later my father buying another coffee percolator, explaining how he missed the smell of coffee brewing. Percolators long ago ceased being the technology of choice for making coffee. But […]

Legends of Myself 130

January 20, 2020

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130. The Boneyard, 1965. High Boat on the River One week while the fishing was on, a storm came to the Boneyard. It wasn’t the kind of storm that the motorized gillnetters on the river would have much trouble with, although it might make pilot and crews nervous, I suspect. A large boat or ship […]

Legends of Myself 129

January 17, 2020

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129. The Boneyard, 1965. Fishing the Skeena For five days a week, you were basically as busy as you wanted to be in the Boneyard, and sometimes that was busy and sometimes that wasn’t busy at all. However, after fishing season began, the two days a week that the river was open for fishing were […]

Legends of Myself 128

January 5, 2020

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128. The Boneyard, 1965. Before the Season The paths to and from our cabin had been encroached on by bushes, weeds, ferns and other greenery since the month-or-so that we’d been gone from the Boneyard, and we needed our machetes the next day to make them wide enough again so that we weren’t soaked in […]

Legends of Myself 127

January 3, 2020

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127. Skeena River, 1965. Rowboat Odyssey We stayed on Smith Island for about a month. We needed to return to the Boneyard in order to get ready for the fishing season, and that was always the plan. The time to go back eventually arrived. So we loaded up the rowboat, launched out of our little […]

Legends of Myself 126

December 27, 2019

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126. Smith Island, 1965. Houseboat Standing on the railway tracks near our cabin in the Boneyard and looking out at the Skeena, to the left is Mowitch Point, which conceals Port Essington on the other side of the river. The far bank is two miles away, and ends at Veitch Point. There the river opens, […]