Was "Becky" from Wasilla?Reminds me of a gal named Becky who worked at the same lash-up as me in Unalaska (the political entity containing the Port of Dutch Harbor). I'm not sure what she did for the company; I suspect not much. But the boss enjoyed her and more than a few crusty crabbers (crab fishermen) and draggers (trawler fishermen) did likewise. One of my fellow employees was hauling some crab pots by an excavation less than a block away from the justly infamous Elbow Room -- to you who've been on the "Unalaska side" (across the bridge from the city dock, airport, the Grand Aleutian Motel, Safeway, and a couple of fish plants), the utility trench was between Stormy's Pizza and the bishop's house (which was actually a rental house) -- the notoriety of the Elbow Room makes it a better landmark. My co-worker found a knocked-over construction sign reading "Open Trench." He bagged it and we set it in front of Becky's room. She thought it was funny; it didn't alter her "activities." I think the boss's wife got tired of Becky and presented her with a blue ticket and to quote Forrest Gump, "And just like that, she was gone." She didn't take the sign with her.