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“I was born a weak and frightened child on a cold and raining winter morning in Seattle Washington in the old Doc Maynard Hospital on a hill overlooking the Port of Seattle and the once famous Smith Tower building, known as the tallest building on the west coast of the USA and where my grandfather, a trader and trapper from the Northern Commercial Company in Alaska proposed to his English professor from the University of Washington, a cultured woman pining for adventure and who would shortly thereafter become his wife and follow him into the wilds of the Yukon for more adventure than she had originally bargained for….”  

Beware…that’s just the start of Chapter One!  (BTW, everything goes downhill once the story turns back to me).

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