Hack content provider, insomniac shift radio host, globetrotter, mountain biker, old and in your way.
Dave in AK
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We did go there several years later when the spouse went to U Dub to earn her masters. But my marriage proposal was predicated on my going to Seattle with her only if we were returning to Alaska when she was done. I put conditions on the request, but I knew where my home was. She said yes.
A two day plumbing job that of course got far more complicated than expected and had me on it until 10 tonight because I didnβt want to have to get up tomorrow and keep going and Iβm exhausted but then I took the pooch for a walk afterwards and it felt like a reward. Dogs are family.
Once in a while the good people win.
I was living in Seattle, not L.A., in the 80s, but for me this video perfectly captures the urban ennui vibe of that decade. Abruptly pulling up the stakes and heading for Alaska for what I thought would be a single summer was a liberation I didnβt see coming. This is nostalgic, but I donβt miss it.
Hanging out on the Ave in the University District for a few days on my long overland journey from Denali to Central America in the fall of 1990 closed the deal. That street, which had long been the center of my world, repelled me. I knew then Seattle would never be home again.
All but one of the joints held by the way. Surprisingly, it was a Wirsbo fitting. Those things are usually bulletproof. But easy-peasy to snip the pex and replace. The copper and threaded joints didnβt leak. I call that a win.
My dog ate a bunch of my Scrabble tiles so I left him at the vets, knowing full well his next bowel movement could spell disaster.
