Dan Daley:  

CLASS OF 1971
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Hillside, IL
St. Simeon SchoolClass of 1967
Bellwood, IL

Dan's Story

Seems I've spent more time going to school, than anything else. For what? Well, its kind of complicated, but by the time I finished graduate school I was in Idaho. I was offered a job on the Fort Hall Indian Reservation, not too far from Yellowstone National Park. It seems they think a lot of their salmon runs out here, but they have a hard time keeping them off the Endangered Species List. So they needed somebody who wasn't so familiar with local customs that he would know that they weren't about to stop fishing for salmon. Because somebody that naive would likely think that he or she could actually do something about getting salmon off the Endangered Species List. They were right. I tried, along with a lot of other people who were probably just as naive as me, but Its been about thirty years now and salmon are still Endangered. They're still fishing for them, too. Somewhere near the middle of those thirty years, I moved to Southwest Washington State, not far from Portland, OR. That's where the Columbia River flows just prior to reaching the ocean. Its an even better place to grapple with the salmon problem, since the Columbia was the most productive salmon habitat in the U.S. So, naturally, it had the most fishing pressure on it. Plus, it has a series of Federal Dams blocking the salmon trying to swim upriver to spawn. If that's not enough, it is conveniently located right in the middle of all the parties interested in maintaining their fishing rights so they can continue to harvest Endangered salmon. This is considered West Coast, and there's one thing about the West Coast, or at least this part of the West Coast, that sets it apart from Chicago, or the East Coast, for that matter: people never seem to argue out here. That's not to say they don't feel strongly about anything. They just never seem to show it. They never seem to change their mind, either. They just keep going about doing like they were doing, just like you never even talked to them about doing something different, or about there being another way to think about something. Then, one day, blam!, you get hit with a law suit seemingly out of the blue. But its from those same people you talked to back when; the people who smiled, and even nodded their heads. You thought they were maybe agreeing with you, but at least they weren't down right opposed. Not according to the law suit. They hate your guts according to the law suit. And if you think they're going to stop fishing for salmon just because you say its the one sure way to save the salmon, you got another thing coming. Becaus...Expand for more
e they're not only going to keep on fishing, but they're going to sue you just for suggesting they might think about stopping. It drives me crazy, its passive-aggressive as hell. Nice scenery, though. One more thing. It rains a lot. The rain doesn't have much to do with the status of the salmon, but it probably has a lot to do with my mood these days. Everything is always wet and foggy. You start to talk yourself into staying home on rainy days just because you're tired of being wet. The problem is, it'll rain for nine months, almost without stop. So, you start thinking that these people fishing for salmon are maybe right, or if not actually right, who's to say they are wrong? If they want to sit out in the rain and fish for Endangered salmon, who's going to stop them? Not me. I live about 5 minutes from a pretty little lake sitting in what was once a volcanic cone, so its surrounded by a steep ridge and low lying hills. Really picture-book kind of stuff. My dog is a water dog, a Chesapeake Bay Retriever. He spends most of his time bugging me to take him to the lake. I give in at least once, sometimes even twice a day. Mostly because he's so happy in the water that he turns into a show all by himself; jumping from submerged log to submerged log. Lifting his paws out of the water as he paddles so they make big splashes, then yelping loudly as he tries to catch the water he just splashed. Generally being a loud, obnoxious clown in this, otherwise quiet, secluded spot. The lake is kind of out of the way, not touristy, but the locals really like it. It doesn't have any salmon because its land locked, but the locals know that the state puts a lot of surplus hatchery trout in there. And since its a small lake, all those trout are particularly easy to catch, because they're crowded and they're always hungry. Except when Finnigan is in the water. Those trout don't even think about eating when Finny hits the waves. He makes such a ruckus, it probably takes the trout a couple of hours to settle down after me and Finny head for home. So the locals either pack it up and call it a day, or go sit it out on the other side of the lake until we're finished. I haven't put a line in the water for years, just to show how I feel about it. But this passive-aggressive stuff starts to grow on you after a while. Its really scary. I may never get into another fight over a pool table, or argument over a parking spot, or feel the need to tell another cashier to watch what they are doing. But that cashier will know damn well that they over charged me. Somehow.
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