Being local and local-ish

Some days you’re the lingcod. Some days you aren’t. 

I used to get a little territorial when it came to non-locals descending on Prince of Wales. Ironic, of course, because I had this attitude even after I finished college and was living in California. Though I consider Klawock home, you do forfeit something when you move away.

Even as a Ketchikan resident, it’s close, but not the same.

Paperwork can say you have dual citizenship, but that’s paperwork for a file. I think that’s why I had an issue with seasonal workers too. Some strutted and arrived with self-made fanfare, ready to conquer the great north — now that there was daylight to be seen outside of work hours, black ice was gone, snow had melted and the days of 34-degree rain had ended.

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