My first word was “boat,” because boats passed within view of the apartment I first lived in. Hundreds, some summer days, when the salmon were running. I’ve boasted this many times, but for most of my life I couldn’t tell you why. I thought it was pride about where I grew up. Then I questioned whether I could count where I’d been born and raised as a pe…
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