On an island in Alaska. Half my graduating class were dead by the time I was 30. Maybe more. Because of the weather the confinement indoors during winter caused people (whom did not have the internet or other facile means of communication in the 1970s) to do a lot of drinking, and all vices were ~2x what folks in the rest of the world suffered. Drinking took a dire toll, however, and I feel fortunate that I detested the foul bitterness of alcohol in my youth.