I've been thinking about Homer. No, not Homer Simpson. Homer, Alaska.

We had just shut down the DC-4 planes after the salmon fish haul, in Kenai, Alaska. The planes were scheduled to be flown back to Chico, CA to get re-outfitted into fire bombers. Have planes? Need to keep them going year round so they don't sit around getting fat on the tarmack. (I wrote about this experience during the first year or so after I started this blog.)

These days, I try to remember, did I really fly these aircraft as a co-pilot? Sometimes I'm not sure. But yes, I did. I was pregnant with Evan, our son. But the head-honchos-powers-that-be didn't need to be told that..so I didn't.

These days, I live vicariously. The Deadliest Catch is recorded on my TV. I find this show amusing, and really scarey. I've never been in those huge-wave-waters, in huge boats, or being swamped with cold ocean salt water every other minute. But the show is more than dangerous. It's about life. And life took them to Homer.

A group of us pilots drove to Homer back in 1980. It was our last tourist adventure. We had but two tourist adventures. At the beginning of the hauling season, one tourist adventure was when the fisherman went on strike. Nothing to do so we drove to Anchorage. Nothing left to do at the end of the season, so we drove to Homer.

It was a gorgeous place! So peaceful, quiet. It appears somewhat the same on TV today, but I'm sure it's not.

I bought some jams, some honey, as souvenirs. Just recently I remembered two t-shirts that I bought in Homer. And these say it all.

Here was the first t-shirt::

Here was the other:
home of the 
Homer Rain Festival
Jan 1 - Dec 31

I was very happy to leave Homer and come home. 

Live richly, marilyn


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