I've never had a taste for wine- nor any booze. I don't judge- ain't got a thing against those who drink in moderation and don't make a nuisance of themselves- I just never developed a liking for any of it.
In Alaska, many communities are dry. The booze and drug trouble amongst the native folks up there is really unfortunate. It controls many lives- and many of the youth, too. All of the oil and mining camps up north are dry...
I managed a fishing-camp out on the Aleutian Island chain. We were a dry camp and the drunk Bering Sea fishermen were SUCH a problem that when they registered into a room, they had to sign a wavier acknowledging that they were aware of our no possession of alcohol/no intoxication policy AND our $1000.00 fine. If they broke the rules, the captain of their boat was fined a thousand bucks and he in turn deducted it from their pay. It was nothing for me to levy $20,000.00 in fines on a Friday Night! Also- I am 42 years old and have been hit/punched 4 times in my life. All four of those times were by drunk Alaskan crabbers that I was forced to deal with while managing that bunkhouse. Jeez- when I decided to become a chef no one ever told me I might end up getting the blazes knocked out of me on the job! Ha!
In Alaska, many communities are dry. The booze and drug trouble amongst the native folks up there is really unfortunate. It controls many lives- and many of the youth, too. All of the oil and mining camps up north are dry...
I managed a fishing-camp out on the Aleutian Island chain. We were a dry camp and the drunk Bering Sea fishermen were SUCH a problem that when they registered into a room, they had to sign a wavier acknowledging that they were aware of our no possession of alcohol/no intoxication policy AND our $1000.00 fine. If they broke the rules, the captain of their boat was fined a thousand bucks and he in turn deducted it from their pay. It was nothing for me to levy $20,000.00 in fines on a Friday Night! Also- I am 42 years old and have been hit/punched 4 times in my life. All four of those times were by drunk Alaskan crabbers that I was forced to deal with while managing that bunkhouse. Jeez- when I decided to become a chef no one ever told me I might end up getting the blazes knocked out of me on the job! Ha!


