I am writing this from my mind as it overlooks the river of my youth. I am on the best, private promenade in the state.<\/p>\n
There is silence from the mills. Oregon City used to be a three-whistle shift town. Where are the millworker men of today working?<\/p>\n
Our arch rival lies across the river. I met some of the finest people of my life in West Linn. They changed my life for the better. Perhaps some of them can change it again. We’ll see. I am thinking of someone in particular.<\/p>\n
Hardly a boat on the water. The summer season of the salmon is over, fake salmon that is. I’ll never understand how that obvious realization doesn’t cause a massive shift in our relationship to the damaged Columbia River Watershed. I plan to explore that issue in a forthcoming detective novel.<\/p>\n
My mind sits near a young oak. Leaves are turning yellow, orange and red. The helicopter seed heads are poised to fly.<\/p>\n
In many ways, I lived in silence and solitude in my youth. They served me well then and have helped me survive in recent years.<\/p>\n
Not too long ago, my dad and I had a probing discussion about the Book of Job. Patience has also helped me survive. I have faced tremendous pressure and inertia to exhibit impatience and have resisted at every turn. Others around me have not. They gave into temptation and they are gone or dead.<\/p>\n
My mind likes this bench and this friendly oak and the river flowing below me. I have tremendous stories to tell about this river and this town. I simply must cultivate patience for them to emerge.<\/p>\n\n
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