California: Truth, Illusion And Pure Nonsense
I still remember the first time I traveled almost the entire length of California by train. It was December of 1987 after my first lucrative commercial fishing season in Alaska and also the first year that Nancy Pelosi was elected to Congress. My shipmate Tony had a place in the woods just south of Newport near Seal Rock on the rural Oregon coast where we harvested mussels off the beach and hiked among some giant trees near Heceta Head Lighthouse. While we were enjoying freedom and the fruits of our labor during the off-season, it actually included cutting a bunch of firewood and other volunteer help around the house for a couple of his neighbors. While I’ve never been a Christian formally, I knew about the Puritan work ethic and was raised with the clear understanding that one should always work hard, keep your nose clean, and be kind to people whenever possible.