I was home from the service and feeling homesick for Alaska, preparing to cut my beard for job interviews with a fine solingen straight razor( after being homesick for Southern California for 6 years.) The radio was playing Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song. I put on my fur trimmed alaskan parka and trooper's hat, snuggled comfortably in it trying to catch the fading smells of salmon, woodsmoke, saltspray and spilled hot buttered rhums . The doorbell rang and I opened it without pause. The summer blast of the then 100 degree drought shoved past somebody holding a bible with the threat of even greater temperatures as our band sang " valhalla I am coming..." and I'm standing there like some Jack London ubermennen holding a razor. He mumbled something and left quickly. Try that with Goretex <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />