I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

Food for thought:  last night at the Fireweed (it was very busy,  with a wait for tables) the special was a delicious shrimp curry. Our crowd (Chip and I, our son, daughter & husband, and delightful baby Lani– not  to mention another daughter who works there that was waiting on us) were next to a table full of fishermen (and one logger who was sipping red wine, I might add, rather than a pint of Buster Board Lager named for a local sawmill operator now gone to his reward)– anyway, when the guys asked my daughter about the special, she  deadpanned that the shrimp was from Costco– the fishermen all nearly did a spit take– then she laughed and said, of course it was local and as fresh as can be– and all was well, especially when the fisherman who caught the shrimp and sold it to the restaurant pulled up a chair and ordered a pint of fresh Haines Brewery beer. And that folks is a local economy and local food at its finest. (My lager and shrimp were perfectly paired.) Speaking of economy, there’s nothing like the family from back east all showing up for a wedding in two weeks to get the house cleaned up. The front walk stones have been re-set and the back porch is about to be painted for the first time in about five years. When the crew showed up this morning and I suggested staining the trim on the whole house while they were here, Chip said I must have had too much beer last night.  I guess there’s a limit to local economics?