Writing you from the ‘monsen memorial public library’ in Naknek, Alaska. Fantastic little joint–the librarian is a long black-haired tlingit (pronounced ‘klink-it’) woman who just let me use her computer. there are about five other patrons in the stacks, among them, a longshoreman whom i know named ‘al’.
Outside, the fine smell of salty air and wet tundra is fighting with mastering aroma of fish. I’m hoping to catch a reasonable amount this year, but things aren’t looking so good, blast.
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