Partying, homecoming, and reality: No new seiner for Amy

摘要

At the West Wall of the Fishermen's Terminal, we saw the Northwestern pull up like they wanted our spot. They'd just gotten back from fishing Opies, and we were loading salmon seines and anchors for herring ponding. Little did I know that, several hours later, the guys would be partying with the Sig Hanson in Ballard.That night, I didn't receive any drunken calls or texts from Jamesor Kicny. 1 hat was strange, because the boys had decided to go to the Ballard Smoke Shop bar, and it's well-known among fishermen for their stiff drinks. If you've never been there, it's a lot like the Sourdough Bar in Ketchikan but with a lot more yuppies. The boys got a little sidetracked on the way there, though. Sig was standing outside the Market Arms restaurant a few blocks away from their destination. "Holy shit! It's Sieev." Tames said, and thevwere on their way to meet the man. One handshake turned into shots, and soon after, there they were, having a blast with a superstar. And there I was, stuck on the boat.