I’ve known Angela ever since she was a poacher in
Alaska. I tried to tell her at the time
that salmon weren’t endangered animals, but this was how she had chosen to make
her living. It was a cold, cruel life
out on the ice. Long, frigid days and
almost unbearable nights were enough to change a man. The isolation and the grueling hours could
easily drive one insane. Luckily Angela
was already insane, so there wasn’t much left to lose. I don’t know what the circumstances were
leading up to John’s arrival, but I remember the day the Canadian Mounty rode
his noble moose steed into our camp. He swept
Angela off of her feet almost immediately.
Literally! John slipped on the
ice getting off of his moose mount and collided in a heap with Angela. That was the day they fell in love. From that day onward, I was certain the two
of them were going to be married. A
Canadian Mounty and an Alaskan salmon poacher is a match made in heaven, anyone
can tell you that.
To that end, I have only this to say: Congratulations Jangela! Angohn?
You know what? It only really
works for Krangela. Sorry, gave it my
best shot. Congratulations John and
Angela for tying the knot! I wish you both many years of happiness! Or at least one. I hear tell the world ends in December.
February 24, 2012
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