{"id":3787,"date":"2018-03-30T08:30:14","date_gmt":"2018-03-30T15:30:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=3787"},"modified":"2020-06-22T17:48:02","modified_gmt":"2020-06-23T00:48:02","slug":"oregon-tavern-age-elk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/oregon-tavern-age-elk\/","title":{"rendered":"Oregon Tavern Age: Elk"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I walked through a herd of elk and into the South Jetty. They were grazing in a grassy median at the edge of the bar&#8217;s parking lot. I said \u201chello.\u201d They looked up, blinked in the afternoon sun, sniffed and went back to grazing.<\/p>\n<p>It was the first time in my life I&#8217;d walked through elk before entering a bar. I liked the feeling, although I had no idea what that feeling was. A man just feels better in the presence of elk. Everything is better with elk.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/gogos.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3789\" src=\"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/gogos-300x198.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"198\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/gogos-300x198.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/gogos-768x508.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/gogos-1024x677.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/gogos.jpg 1548w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>Inside the Jetty, an old woman sipped soup, an old man drank a beer, and a middle-aged man played video slots. A local radio station played hits from the 80s and the Go Go&#8217;s never sounded better. If only I could see Belinda Carlisle walk among elk.<\/p>\n<p>I ordered a beer and whipped out a notebook and pen to write about a dead man&#8217;s unpublished writing.<\/p>\n<p>Nothing came. Concentration vanished\u2014too much (Belinda) elk on the mind. I got up and walked outside to the parking lot. I stood there and watched elk eat grass. I only wish I could have brought along my beer.<\/p>\n<p><i>(If you found this post enjoyable, thought provoking or enlightening, please consider supporting a writer at work by making a financial contribution to this blog or by purchasing an NSP book.) <\/i><\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-3787\" data-postid=\"3787\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-3787 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I walked through a herd of elk and into the South Jetty. They were grazing in a grassy median at the edge of the bar&#8217;s parking lot. I said \u201chello.\u201d They looked up, blinked in the afternoon sun, sniffed and went back to grazing. 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