From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
It's not an entirely horrible thing. It's almost more awkward when a friend becomes a client.
ReplyDeleteMy job does not do that. Actually the opposite.
ReplyDeleteI have made friends at work, but it took a while for them to realize i wasn't a complete boob.
ReplyDelete100% of my local friends are my co-workers because meeting people as an adult is DIFFICULT.
ReplyDeleteTrue.
ReplyDeleteI am still good friends with a former co-worker and we phone regularly.
ReplyDeleteAnd making new friends in a new city isn't that difficult when there are local gaming groups.
Most of the local gaming groups are people 10+ years younger than me.
ReplyDeleteStraining my suspension of disbelief, but well-written.
ReplyDeleteSo what's the problem with hanging out with younger people, Michael R?
ReplyDeleteNothing inherently wrong with it. Just not the crowd I want to hang out with all the time, y'know?
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