When I moved over to Port Angeles in 1971 from the "busy side of the water" where I had lived since 1952 (minus Army time and a few brief excursions to Alaska) I felt like I had moved into heaven......really. There was an endless list of fishing, crabbing, shrimping, hunting, drinking (a past vice now), and no shortage of women (another vice of yesteryear).....flatass awesome! Fishing and Logging were the main stays, and most everything revolved around those two industries. I liked and respected those independent, self-reliant, "don't-need-nor-want-your-help, thanks-very-much" folks (referred to occasionally now as "knuckle-draggin, hickory-shirted, mouth- breathing Neanderthals").

So times change and we are where we are.....I liked it better the old way. That said, I suspect that Alaska (at least for the Summer months) is the only place that could even remotely come close to what it used to be like locally, so if I had my choice it would be up North .......but then I'm sure my wife has other ideas. (We need a “wussy-whipped” icon.

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