Oregon Tavern Age: Noon Friday

I’m in urban OTA country but not going to write about OTA because absolutely nothing of story value is going on in here. That seems to happen more and more in OTA country these days. Just admit it! OTA is dead!

There is a kooky tan dog jumping around so at least I have that to entertain me.

I fear this blog is finally coming to an end after more than 7 and a half years and over 1500 posts. There just doesn’t seem to be any inspiration anymore outside of writing about the homeless.

My will to live in the Rose City diminishes daily. My interest in living in the Coos Bay Area increases daily. One day.

Speaking of Coos Bay, the Steve Prefontaine is in the design phase and I am excited to bring it out in the late fall and build some promotional momentum for 2025, the 50^th anniversary of his tragic death at the age of 24.

Oregon Humanities rejected my 2500-word essay on the subject of using a watershed restoration model for restoring homeless Oregonians. According to the editor, “It wasn’t the right fit.”

Elmer the husky are now going on our ninth month together. I can hardly believe it. What an astonishingly wonderful addition to my life he turned out to be. He got skunked in the back yard a week ago, a new experience for me as a long-time dog owner. What fun!

Some possible new author clients have emerged. Just when I thought that gig was drying up…

I watched most of the big-name speeches at the DNC and was moved by the oration. It still surprisingly matters in this digital era. The election looms. How is it going to unfold? I expect an October Surprise leaked by the Democrats of some kind to shock everyone.

Football season has arrived! I hope the Oregon Ducks lose every game. I saw a smidgen of an NFL preseason game on TV and a after a receiver dropped a simple sideline catch that wasn’t defended that well by a cornerback, the cornerback jumped up and pounded his chest and huffed and puffed, as if he had defended the pass. This was the second quarter of a preseason game and the receiver dropped the ball. That incident reveals you almost everything wrong about big-time college and professional sports.

I picked up a CD of The Ohio Players 1974 release Skin Tight. I’d heard the hits off it, but not the rest of the record. A masterpiece.

It’s occurred to me a lot lately that we don’t have enough written about what people do for a living. Why does someone own and operate a carpet shop in Reedsport? Questions like that.

Elmer and I are going on a camping trip in late September and I plan to visit what I believe is the last stretch of Oregon Coast beach I haven’t rambled down.