I was talking with the chief of police a few weeks ago and I mentioned that I had never seen the inside of the Forks Jail. I was quick to add that this was simply due to luck in my teenage years. I was a foolish teenager who thought she was 10 feet tall and bullet proof.
Like many of you, I come from a long line of logging industry working fools. They weren’t fools because of the dangerous working conditions or long hours in horrible weather, but because they had no bathroom nearby for their entire shift.
I always have had the feeling that my community of Forks is the Rodney Dangerfield of towns, regardless of what happens good, we only seem to be acknowledged when something bad happens, you know, in the words of the late Dangerfield, “We just don’t get no respect.”
