Oregon Tavern Age: Nickelback Thoughts

Nickelback plays on the local radio station. An ad for catheters comes on television. An OTA man in OTA country drinks a draft of Pabst. The bartender studies for a dog obedience class. She tells the man she wants a new career where she doesn’t have to deal with human beings.

I get that.

Taylor Swift croons on the radio and television switches to a golf tournament.

Someone scores big on Video Lottery and the game cranks up,“Walk Like an Egyptian” by the Bangles. I wonder how much money the Bangles earn every time that song plays on a digital gambling portal in North America? I wonder if I would have licensed one of my hit songs in a similar manner, had I actually written a hit song? Perhaps. That one about euthanizing my old dog probably wouldn’t have gone over too well.

Autotune something now. I’d rather hear the catheter ad. You can at least dance to it.

I am writing a letter to a dear friend. Longhand. Longhand. Longhand. I want to live a life of longhand. Is that possible?

A possible new client for my author coaching business has emerged. He’s a senior citizen writing a collection of erotic tales for Baby Boomer women. Many of the stories are set in historic Oregon places. Steve Prefontaine even puts in an appearance as a character in the background, a bartender in Eugene! Steven Prefontaine! I hope the writer accepts my proposal. This new life I am living has proved very interesting at times.

At times.

Do I want the old life back? No, only Sonny, and some moments building forts with young Oregonians.

I need a benefactor who will help me publish the OTA book or magazine or whatever it’s going to be. Is that person out there? Maybe I should put 50 smackers in the Bangles machine and hope for the best.

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