Oregon Tavern Age: Sawmill

An OTA woman with a braided ponytail occupied a stool at the South Jetty bar. She was talking to the OTA deer man. She drank a dark beer and he sipped a Johnnie Walker Red on the rocks.

She was giddy and ordered a shot of well whiskey to celebrate. She had just scored a new job at the local sawmill, pulling green chain, I think it’s called. I’d last 15 minutes on that job.

She shot the shot and swigged the beer. She told the man she’d put in dozens of applications around the county—nothing. Then, sweet employment! She started on Monday and the bender began right now.

An OTA woman pulling green chain and happy about the prospect. There was hope in that, for Oregon, I’d like to believe.