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<\/a><\/p>\nI<\/b>n the summer of 1968, I was content to be working on The Nabob<\/i>, a converted \u00a0tuna fishing vessel that docked at Oakland\u2019s Matson Wharf. It wasn\u2019t the most glamorous job, and maybe content isn\u2019t the right word, but I was okay with doing what was asked of me, getting paid for it, and following the ship\u2019s one rule: don\u2019t ask any questions. We\u2019d load the hold with some not especially large quantity of goods\u2014which often was driven out on the rickety planks of the wharf by a guy in a pickup truck that none of us would ever see again\u2014and dispatch it in Seattle, Long Beach, or any of a number of ports up and down the West Coast. It was light-lifting, you might say, and if you worried that you were engaged in anything illegal, you could always rely on your ignorance to see you through, or pass any lie detector test.<\/p>\n
Some guys\u2014it was a crew of three or four, depending upon the time of year\u2014got more nervous than others. Like Elston. He was from back East and used to fish out of Dennis in Cape Cod, going up to the Georges Banks. He\u2019d lost a lot of crewmates over the years\u2014four, anyway, which seemed like a lot to me\u2014and you\u2019d hear stories about how hardcore those East coast guys were. But after the cops came around a few times to talk to our skipper, Reggie Thorpe, Elston would start chattering to any crew mate in earshot that we were all done for.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s our last voyage. What the hell we been shipping anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n
Inevitably, someone would shout, between drags off a cigarette, that questions were strictly forbidden.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoesn\u2019t matter now, does it?\u201d Elston would counter, sniffling a bit. The cop would eventually leave though, easy peasy, and Thorpe would order us to get ready for our next middle-of-the-night visit from a pickup truck. Soon the guys were calling Elston\u2014whose nickname had been Ellie\u2014Nellie, as in Nervous Nellie. Tough thing to live down on a ship of hard men, guys you didn\u2019t ask about their past. And if they were telling you about it, on their own, they were either careless, or telling you for a reason, to get some upper ground on you.<\/p>\n
I had come from the East as well. Boston. After Korea, home didn\u2019t feel like home. My dad didn\u2019t like that, when I tried to tell him, but he knew how restless I was. We\u2019d be on the back porch, and he\u2019d be peeling an orange, in one piece, a skill I could never master. He was just so calm. And I\u2019d be fidgeting, unsure of what to do next, if there could be anything next, or if the world, for me, anyway, was to be one succeeding patch of emptiness after another, a stark yellow lawn that led away from something\u2014something almost too real\u2014toward nothing. You just took that long road, and walked it…<\/p>\n
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