tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92121306569644333092012-02-16T05:58:58.266-08:00Brandonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583490863079332709noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212130656964433309.post-18055326713487240092008-10-01T22:40:00.000-07:002008-10-01T22:51:05.642-07:00These days on Lake Union the salmon nets are in our thoughts again. Last Wednesday the Virgina V ran over an improperly lit net and had to be towed for repairs. When Ellis and I were rowing that morning we noted that particular net extended very, very far into the lake impeding traffic under the Freeway Bridge. Then on Monday night down near the Locks a large rigid inflatable hit a net at high speed. It reportedly looked like a fighter jet landing on an aircraft carrier and hitting the catch line. Fisticuffs ensued and both tribal and Seattle officers were called. <br /><br />In other news I was very nearly rammed by a 2 person racing shell this afternoon. I got to use my horn. I love getting to use my horn.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212130656964433309-1805532671348724009?l=lakeunionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brandonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583490863079332709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212130656964433309.post-73995401903359125192008-09-30T20:05:00.000-07:002008-09-30T20:37:44.394-07:00Hey. This is Brandon. I haven't written in a blog before, but want to begin a dialog. I own Seattle Sanitation Service, the old Sanitug and pump holding tanks on the lake with my dog Woofie. I have lived here my whole life graduated from Nathan Hale, went to Western, worked in a shipyard in Anacortes, I've cooked in several fine restaurants in the NW and spent a season in AK. Dina (my wife) and I ran a nonprofit guardianship service for 18+ years and although it was very satisfying, we finally had to quit. It was too hard on our hearts. <br /><br />All my adult years in Seattle, I have mourned my time in Skagit and Bellingham. When I passed the lake in the morning on my way to work or on my way home, I would look down at the water, see the wind drawing patterns across the lake and want to run away to the San Juan’s. As soon as I began working on the water, the longing abated. I've been at this for around 3 years and I still sing at work and am reportedly a much nicer person. <br /><br />On a completely different note, I am remembering my childhood friend Mark Anderson. He died a few years ago and I still miss him. My son and I are rowing 3 days a week at the Center for Wooden Boats and are now thinking about putting a crew together to race one of the pilot gigs there. One of the first people I thought of was Mark, but he's gone. <br />It really sucks doesn't it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212130656964433309-7399540190335912519?l=lakeunionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brandonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583490863079332709noreply@blogger.com1