Finally one summer between schoolteaching gigs, I tended bar in a fancy fish restaurant. But I could never tell the halibut and chips from the fish and chips and so I was encouraged to seek other work. 
Now I understood that fate had spoken her peace, and she'd be pissed if I didn't head north and finally start work on my bequeathed dory. So I packed my truck and headed up to Dad’s new place in the North Cascades. And through til Steptember, mite sized wood shavings coated every lawn, house, car and person in our neighborhood.
