We came I to Seattle on a Friday afternoon. My wife had come up from Vancouver to spend the inport time with me. We had a standing reservation at the Evergreen every other Saturday when i was sailing. 2 am, this guy comes back to the ship, drunk, high on cocaine. His room is right next to mine, he knows my wife is there, he knows I’m on watch. He starts pounding on the bulkhead (they aren’t thick!) so hard that books are coming out of my bookcase (with 6″ lip!)! He was yelling and screaming that he was gonna kill me.
Back in the 1980’s I was doing oil work in Oklahoma, Montana, the Dakotas. I thought we could use Native Americans to do field work, something simple like walking across the prairie to collect soil samples for part of the day and the second half working up the samples in a mobile lab set up in a town. Apparently I was wrong. We got absolutely no takers. I approached the Inter-tribal agency in Denver and got absolutely no response. Same with the Osage nation in Osage County Oklahoma.