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10/02/2005: "Until we meet again..."

Last night I came home from work to a phone call from the Anchorage Daily News. A reporter had found the entry I had written about Fred Frontier's disappearance and wanted to quote from it for an article in the Sunday edition, since his mom has finally given up the search for him and had a mass said for him today in Anchorage.

I reminisced about Fred a little with the reporter (she had worked with him on the UAA newspaper) and it hit me again how much I adored the guy, and how hard it is to believe, as she put it, that "there isn't a Fred Frontier in the world anymore". I had a nice long cry about it and was set to stay in all night sinking in misery but then got a call from friends (and faux bluegrass bandmates) at the neighborhood bar letting me know a good bluegrass band was playing and that I should come join them. I decided to go anyway, as the music and laughing was more in line with Fred's spirit than staying home alone.

Then today the sun was *really* shining again and I realized how much that helps. I went for a long walk, then went down to my sailboat and hoisted the sails so they could dry out, and while they flapped in the breeze, I laid down in the cockpit in style. I had a little cushioned cot, pillow, blanket, mp3 player, beer, and a good book which I read two pages of before I set it down so I could just concentrate on the feel of the sun on my face.

A fellow sailor, Douglasite, and UAS professor came over with some fresh crab for me. He had just come in from checking his pots and had a nice little catch. I'm going to cook it up for dinner in a couple minutes. If I've had doubts recently, about Juneau, the weather, my life...whatever...today they melted away. I've even had to revise my graph.