Curiosity: forget “Cherchez la femme” (Look for the woman.) “Cherchez l’histoire.” (Look for the story.)
We indulged in more nostalgia on our stop in Eureka on the way home. First we saw that the marina that was as far north as our boat Annikin went on her own bottom was much more full of commercial fishing boats than when we were there in Sept. 2001.
As always when passing through Eureka, we also checked on the house where I lived with my young family from 1971-73, one of the few of the innumerable addresses where I’ve lived that I can remember. The house must be about 100 years old and looks as well-tended as ever. The leaded glass window on the north side is still intact.
Much as I was tempted, I did not do what a lady did to me one day in 1972. I could, in fact, have one-upped her. She knocked at the door and said that she’d lived there in 1938, which was 34 years before. She asked if she could see inside. Intrigued, I obliged by showing her the downstairs. But that was 46 years ago. Time doth fly.