Link to video of demolition of Condit dam in Washington State:
The sun broke through this afternoon and I parked at the Hardware store near the entrance to the fenced yard where the sewer and water pipe is racked. A fellow older than I but in better condition (turns out he's 80 - I'm 64) was walking with me in to the store.
"Nice Sun." says I and walked (limped) ahead.
"What do you do?" he asked.
"I married a lady who works steady but I still work in construction - I just never learned how to make a living at it." I said.
"I was a Shrimp fisherman."
"I love fresh seafood."
The ancient was off and runnin': we stood for a while in the path of folks coming into the store - I got my plastic basket for plumbing parts assuming this would be a few pleasant minutes with an "Old Timer" and nudged us both off the main access route.
Well it turns out we both owned the same "double ender" style of fishing boat in the '70s - Chrysler Crown and 1 and 1/8th" cedar planking built in the '30s for the Japanese fishing fleet and plyed the same waters. Though my boat came with a valid "C" licence I never caught fish commercially. He had a few tricks for cod, shrimp and Abalony which I might pass on but not here. I drag him down the aisle to the PVC pipe fittings and attempt to remember what I was originally shopping for. The stories go on:
He docks in Porlier Pass and sees a bunch of kids trying to beat to death a Japanese buddy who happened to own a few acres at the head of the bay there. As the story goes his intervention was seamless (for him) and he gathered up the badly bent body and took it to survive at some local hospital. Then I heard about how he and his wife deal with "Mutual" funds.
Jim was at the store looking for large barbed fish hooks which are apparently getting rare around here what with "Catch and release" regulation and barbless hooks. By now I'm really lost - the rack full of PVC fittings has receded from my attention as I lean on it. How does one stray comment get such a conversation (or should I say: teaching session?) going?
He showed me the style of fish hook he was looking for and I think I have a number of them somewhere in the basement so I got his address.
"He holds him with his glittering eye-"