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How I Found my Brick and Mortar Husband
And missed out completely on internet dating!
One time I got stuck in Alaska for more than two weeks. It was 2006 and I was staying in a remote fishing village after finishing up a contract working for the Department of Fish and Game. I know that sounds like a setup to a joke, but it’s not.
I was trying to get a flight, but there was something about a volcano and ice and lack of pilots that kept me stranded in this tiny town for longer than I had hoped.
I had a job lined up working on a fishing schooner in New York City that was supposed to start at the beginning of April. Each day, I used a calling card with an 800 number to dial my new boss and tell him it would be a little longer before I could start work.
Finally I got on a small plane which took me to a bigger plane which carried me across the country to JFK airport. I took a big blue shuttle to the South Street Seaport and shouldered my heavy bag as I walked along the battered docks towards the new boat that would be my home.
I was 24 years old and two years out of college. While the rest of my friends were starting careers and getting married, I was taking a more meandering path to adulthood. There was one year during this time in my life when I filled out tax returns from five different states. I lived out of a…
