Small town Alaska usually can’t sustain an economy without outside help. We have tourism in the summer for those of us who don’t commercial fish, and our clinic is federally funded. The same funding that the egos in Washington couldn’t agree upon so they let the sequester happen. There’s a chance, a good chance, that two of my favorite people and two of our town’s best assets will be leaving due to budget cutting at the clinic. On a personal note it’s heartbreaking on a medical note, scary as hell. She is the heart of the ambulance team, the one that teaches all of our EMTs how to respond to an emergency, the calm in a storm. He is the clinic director, her boss at times her husband all of the time. If his position is cut, they go away.
No more game nights, no more laughing over dog antics… no more walking the beach listening to them no talk about the chronic inebriate they had to scrape off the sidewalk again. No more holding the thought in my head that if I wrecked my car the ambulance crew would have a lieutenant that knows I pass out at the sight of blood but laugh inappropriately when traumatized.