No, there's that in us that time can never tame;

And life will always seem a careless game;

     And they'd better far forget—

     Those who say they love us yet—

Forget, blot out with bitterness our name.

             

The Rhyme of the Restless Ones

- Robert W. Service

 

 

DEDICATION

            

This book is dedicated to the memory of my iras­cible great-grand­father, Charles Edwin Miller, a Yukon steam­boat captain—one of the restless ones who partici­pated in the Yukon Gold Rush over one hundred years ago.  Despite my family's attempt to blot out his memory, he is not forgot­ten.

The book is also dedicated to my parents:  to my father, Charles’ grand­son, who en­dured se­vere emotional and physi­cal abuse as a child because of the ge­netic inheri­tance of ADD over which he had no con­trol; and to my mother who transformed his life, giving him purpose and direction.

 

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