I wanted to again extend my gratitude to everyone who has been working to support me, and fundraising. There has been just an amazing amount of contributions from the local environmental groups to personal friends and I am just so grateful for that.
A little bit more information about the celebration:
It’s going to be on the 10th or 11th. We’ll schedule it for Saturday the 10th but maybe if I’m feeling bad we’ll wait a day and do it on the 11th. So try to keep your schedule free for that weekend.
It’s going to be a pot luck, so please bring food, and we’re looking for music if anyone has an idea about musicians. We were thinking of Zack - maybe Zack will be around to play some violin or maybe Yana will play her cello.
We are thinking about Jeremy here in the Tongass.... remembering so many things, Jeremy setting up the G.P. summer here in the spring 2003, meeting with Kai and Holly and ferry workers, our neighbor the lifelong L.P. worker... Who were you here with, Jeremy, was it Stuart? Remembering the potluck in honour of the Esperanza at Ward Lake and finding out Federal agents were hiding in the trees! Think it was Scott's birthday? And there was a summer night downtown Ketchikan eating at the Chinese restaurant with Jennifer the radio reporter who got fired for reporting too much, too favourably on G.P., why did you lift up your shirt to show us your stomach, Jeremy? Can't remember, but we were talking about acupuncture... and what we locals came to call the G.P. crud, people coughing the cough that would not leave (poor Mel!) and sooner or later we all had a version of it. How about crashing the Murkowski fundraiser, meeting the senators, Frank shaking the hands of everyone at our table, the lobbyist buying the whole table a round of drinks and the wives of the present prominent citizens swooning over the G.P. men... I introduced you to senator Lisa and you introduced me to Larry Craig. Carol set the whole thing up and you rode out to Salmon Falls in her car. Crazy times. The Haida dancers have only gotten more awesome at the tribal house...... You made such a big impression in this poor big little backwater, belly of the timber beast town... seems like the last time so many people of all walks had so much hope for a new future here. We love you Jeremy, Bill and Loann hold you in their hearts, hey their old little beat up blue Toyota is still running, the one they lent to G.P.. Loann will be thinking of you when she plants her garden in the spring. We've had a visiting bear 3 nights running, they're getting ready for the cold part of the year. Remember going out to Chaiken's house for lunch with Captain Bob (remember Bob addressing our wonderful borough assembly? He did great but at some cost to his nerves) and then boating back into town for the meeting with the Forest Service. Feds lurking in the backround, again. You have been beholden to where your body is for such a long, hard time now, yet I don't think I've met many, if any, people who's spirits travel so far and wide. Love you, see you sooner than later, jill, frank, mike, susan, carol, holly, ray, gwen, kathy, bill, loann dro, george, david, peter
"In outer space you develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck, and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, "Look at that you son of a bitch." Edgar Mitchell
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Who were you here with, Jeremy, was it Stuart? Remembering the potluck in honour of the Esperanza at Ward Lake and finding out Federal agents were hiding in the trees! Think it was Scott's birthday?
And there was a summer night downtown Ketchikan eating at the Chinese restaurant with Jennifer the radio reporter who got fired for reporting too much, too favourably on G.P., why did you lift up your shirt to show us your stomach, Jeremy? Can't remember, but we were talking about acupuncture... and what we locals came to call the G.P. crud, people coughing the cough that would not leave (poor Mel!) and sooner or later we all had a version of it.
How about crashing the Murkowski fundraiser, meeting the senators, Frank shaking the hands of everyone at our table, the lobbyist buying the whole table a round of drinks and the wives of the present prominent citizens swooning over the G.P. men... I introduced you to senator Lisa and you introduced me to Larry Craig. Carol set the whole thing up and you rode out to Salmon Falls in her car. Crazy times.
The Haida dancers have only gotten more awesome at the tribal house......
You made such a big impression in this poor big little backwater, belly of the timber beast town... seems like the last time so many people of all walks had so much hope for a new future here.
We love you Jeremy, Bill and Loann hold you in their hearts, hey their old little beat up blue Toyota is still running, the one they lent to G.P.. Loann will be thinking of you when she plants her garden in the spring.
We've had a visiting bear 3 nights running, they're getting ready for the cold part of the year.
Remember going out to Chaiken's house for lunch with Captain Bob (remember Bob addressing our wonderful borough assembly? He did great but at some cost to his nerves) and then boating back into town for the meeting with the Forest Service. Feds lurking in the backround, again.
You have been beholden to where your body is for such a long, hard time now, yet I don't think I've met many, if any, people who's spirits travel so far and wide.
Love you,
see you sooner than later,
jill, frank, mike, susan, carol, holly, ray, gwen, kathy, bill, loann
dro, george, david, peter
"In outer space you develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck, and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, "Look at that you son of a bitch." Edgar Mitchell
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