And I mean rainy. buckets. A deluge. The kind of rain where the sky opens up and makes Seattle seem like Tonopah by comparison. Me and my girl walked into a dimly lit bar. It was a rough place, the seediest dive on the wharf, populated with every reject and cutthroat from Bombay to Calcutta. It was worse than Laramie.

The mood in the place was downright ugly. You wouldn't walk in there unless you knew how to use your fists. You could count on a fight breaking out almost every night.

There was one TV, above the bar, and we asked the bartender to put it on ESPN. The CSU Rams were playing Michigan State. We ponied up to the bar and sat a seat away from a heavily inebriated Native. The ticker was showing the Rams were in the fight. We ordered beers and were captivated.

All of a sudden the bar door was kicked in. There stood a fisherman covered in sin.
And yellow plastic coveralls. Carrying a 12-foot gleaming steel Halibut gaff.

He looked straight at me and my green CSU hat and said 'are the Rams up?" I said 'thats no lie'. He stared and cracked a smile as big as the sky,

and leaned the spear in the corner.

Seward Alaska. On my honeymoon. True story.

So I vote Seward.

[Post edited by Dall Ram at 08/21/2022 02:46AM]