IT’S A LONG WAY
FROM TIPPERARY
Narrow roads filled with logging trucks made driving
inland difficult. Mighty redwoods and enormous stands of Douglas fir populate
the region, making the forests both scenic and imposing. However, when
lumberjacks harvest the trees, the forests lose their picturesque appearances.
It is far too noisy there to contemplate nature. The woods rang out with a
cacophony of ear-splitting sounds coming from chain saws and logging trucks
driven by daredevils at frightening speeds hauling logs to the mills located
along the coast. The ground seemed
always to be damp and the air smelled dank. Angie would have detested the
place, which made our decision to defer marriage seem wise.
Soon after my arrival in Arcata the company hired a
structural design engineer, William Cauley, a bachelor like me. We often ate
dinner together at a small family restaurant. He lived frugally in a one-room
furnished apartment that had no kitchen.
On a few occasions, he would join me for a beer after
eating, but neither of us enjoyed the company of the roughnecks who populated
the local bars. These gents were loggers, truckers or mill workers who appeared
to be a fearsome lot. I preferred to imbibe at the Eureka Inn’s lounge as it
catered to vacationers, traveling sales representatives and a few local
businesspersons, most of whom did not wear Levis and other Western attire. The bar crowd wore
professional attire and spoke in a civil manner.
One late evening, while sipping a cocktail in the
motel’s nearly deserted lounge, a rough looking bewhiskered older man joined me
at the bar. He guzzled down a beer in one swig. We had a brief conversation
before he left as abruptly as he had arrived. When he had gone, the bartender
informed me that this character owned a huge spread of redwoods, and had the
distinction of being one of the wealthiest men in the area. It confirmed the
adage: Don’t judge a beer guzzler by his beard.
In late June, our staff completed the new tower design.
In August, the company closed its Arcata office and transferred us to their new
office in San Mateo where we joined forces with a few other NYC Cooling Tower
Department employees who had chosen to relocate. It had not come soon enough to
satisfy me. Residing in the fog-shrouded area of Eureka
Bay depressed me. The San Francisco Bay area had much more to offer in the way of cultural
and social activities, on a par with New York City . San Mateo even had sunshine!
Let me assure you, the cities of Eureka/Arcata are a
long way from everywhere, not just Tipperary .
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