Our friend, Arlan Bargmann died last night at about 11:00 pm. His son, Buddy, says that he died quietly... he just stopped breathing. We'll miss him. He was one of the good guys.
Jack



today and will be toasting to Papa Phil this evening. We will set out salmon, scotch and diet coke for dad's spirit. I believe it is easier for me to remember my dad on this day than on Sept. 11th. This summer we spread Dad's ashes on a large glacial erratic bolder we call "Papa's rock". It is in a field of wildflowers: asters, valarian, marsh marigolds, bog orchids and more, overlooking Prince William Sound and the Chugach and Wrangell St. Elias Ranges. Some day I will put a plack on the rock with my dad's name and the words,"farmer, fishermen, friend and father".
Group photo: Bill, Naomi, Marsha, Angie, Jack, Barbara and Tom
I sailed it down from Bellingham, WA last weekend. For a two day maiden voyage things went well, except we ran out of good beer and were reduced to drinking bud light.
We plan to have the whole family overnight on Lake Washington this weekend.
This is an open invitation to any Myerchins passing through, drop in and we'll take you for a sail.
P.S. I've had to use my Myerchin Marine Knife (for actual boat work) several times... thanks Uncle Jack.

