Long day

Power lines went down this morning in Smith River, meaning the good folks at the Triplicate couldn’t print my paper. So they arranged to have the Times-Standard do the job.

But there was a catch – I had to deliver my pages on a CD and the press couldn’t start rolling until extra help arrived. That meant I had to wait for an undetermined amount of time.

I suppose I could have come home, but I didn’t want to drive back to Eureka if the pressman was going to arrive in 20 or 30 minutes.

So I stayed in Eureka, clutching my cell phone, with time to kill. I ate a bagel with cream cheese, lox, onions and capers and then explored Woodley Island. Life was good.



No fishermen were working today, except for this crusty old guy.



This big-ass yacht was apparently waiting out the storm in our harbor. I couldn't make out the writing on the back, but it's from the Cayman Islands. I noticed someone inside watching something on a massive flat-screen TV.



I went back to the T-S and read old, yellowed newspapers until I felt like my head would explode. I had to get out of that building before I went nuts. So I visited the jetty, from a distance! Look at those waves! Stay back and watch it from the dunes, unless you want to die.



Around 2:20 p.m. the press was rumbling. Oh, what a sweet sound! Chugga, chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga! It was music to my ears. So this week's paper is a little late, but it will get out.