VII. Refreshments

Whenever I go back west I like to stock up on Olys, usually hauling several dozen six-packs off the luggage carousel, confident now that they won't explode in flight.

But when I’m in Washington these beverages are as plentiful as the blueberries in the woods. Add in a pack of chaw and the East Indian radio station (AM 1550) that floats down from Canada, and I never want to leave, save for jaunts down to Coupeville for mussels.