By Jeff Lund
For the Juneau Empire
There are lots of bubbles. Some involve trapped air, but most are metaphorical. Sports leagues have had bubbles. Communities have them. Close-talkers don’t understand them.
Sometimes you escape all of the bubbles, or enter a protective bubble. I’m not sure which analogy is the most fitting. Is it that a weekend charging into inlets squeezed between towering monolithic cliffs is escaping the chaotic, shallow bubble of the modern life? Or is that same experience more like entering a protective bubble that shuts out all the inconsequential garbage of daily life?
I don’t know, and it really doesn’t matter. The point
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