I wasn’t going to write on Oregon\nTavern Age life anymore. After tens of thousands of words and over\ntwo decades, it was time to retire the subject. Sure, the stories\nkept coming, but I had put my foot down. No more imbibing! \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But today, I fall off the wagon\nbecause…well…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was sitting at a bar in OTA country\nwatching a golf tournament, drinking a free beer because I had\nanswered the trivia question correctly (William Henry Harrison), and\nalternately talking to an Elvis impersonator I had recently met here,\nabout his 2400-piece collection of Elvis memorabilia he has stashed\nin a cabin up in the woods, when an OTA woman walked inside. She was\nlarge and had pink streaks in her short blonde hair. She wore a\n12-inch Bowie knife in a rhinestone encrusted scabbard. The joint’s\nhouse service dog ran up to her and gave her a weird sniffing and\ncircling. The woman, as she petted the dog, said, \u201cMust be my pigs.\nI’m a pig farmer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She played with the dog a bit, then\nwent up to the bar, to my left, a few feet away. She ordered a\nwhiskey and coke in a pint glass, waited for it, paid, then moseyed\nover to the video slots. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I smelled pig as she left. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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