Good-bye, Salmon

I loved this plate.

It was Oregon. The salmon on the plate was drawn by a native Oregonian, and a friend of mine, commercial fisherman (and artist) Herb Goblirsch of Newport.

I was proud to drive that salmon plate around. Made me feel connected to the environment and culture of Oregon.

But now we both have an Alaskan drivers license (with really bad pictures), and Alaska plates on both the cars. I got a Veteran plate with a Coast Guard shield in the middle of it, and Julie got a plain yellow plate. Hers is a placeholder until we can get her personalized plates from Anchorage.

So, although I am glad to be "officially" Alaskan, and now compliant with all applicable state and federal laws and regulations, I will miss my salmon.

The "old" plates will be given a suitable memorial spot in the mud-room, to remind us of those days before we moved up here. Along with a bunch of other memorabilia, all forming a sort of tapestry of past lives.

The present is good, though, too...

KML