Sacha Baumann is an artist and designer living and working in Los Angeles.

Ocean breathes salty



When I was fourteen I lived in Alaska and spent the summers working at a candy shop that catered to the cruise ship tourists. My best friend was named Taffy. She didn't work at the shop, we knew each other from Juneau-Douglas High School.

Taffy's older sister was named Ginger. Both girls lived with their mother, Candy, whohad a strange sense of humor.

Candy's live-in lover was named Neelie. She thought the family cat was an alien from outer-space that was staying with them temporarily on a scouting mission, and Candy believed her. I don't remember the cat's name, but it was no alien. It was just a big, fat, dumb cat.

When the cruise ships pulled into the channel each day, Taffy and I would eagerly make plans. Which big boat would we try to sneak onto?

The ships didn't just mean tacky older tourists, they also meant cute, young and restless crew members.

Whip-smart

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