I met Dave downtown for lunch the other day. Since I was early, I stood for awhile on the wharf, warmed by the sun, breathing in the dock scents of creosote and tide that are usually carried away by the wind or dampened by cold and rain. Morning fog had kept the float planes tied up but now they were coming and going, filling the air with noise and the kerosene smell of aviation fuel. Four big ships bring in a lot of business.
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