{"id":8130,"date":"2022-11-23T06:31:58","date_gmt":"2022-11-23T14:31:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=8130"},"modified":"2022-11-23T06:31:58","modified_gmt":"2022-11-23T14:31:58","slug":"oregon-tavern-age-pre-christmas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/oregon-tavern-age-pre-christmas\/","title":{"rendered":"Oregon Tavern Age: Pre Christmas"},"content":{"rendered":"<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-8130\" data-postid=\"8130\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-8130 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n\n\n<p>It was ten in the morning on the first Monday in November. Rain fell hard. My car was in the shop for routine service. I had time to kill so why not kill it an OTA joint in Oregon City? The cinderblock Coney Island Tavern was the perfect place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I sat at a table and drank an IPA and wrote a love letter in longhand to someone I blew it with years ago. She absolutely loves OTA joints and shares my sadness that OTA country is on the verge of extinction. Luckily, Oregon City remains a holdout. But for how long?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A game show played on television.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Three old timers but not OTA old timers sat at the bar. One drank a double vodka on the rocks. Another drank whiskey, neat. The last man drank a cheap beer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They were talking and sipping their drinks. Sometimes the female OTA bartender interjected a comment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>First the conversation was about cars and a miracle octogenarian mechanic they knew. The son-of-a-bitch could fix anything. Proof was the 1978 Ford marooned in blackberries for three decades. He installed a new carburetor, juiced it with some special homemade concoction, and the damn thing started up and he made $500! He had plenty of other vehicles stashed in the blackberries that he could repair and sell. He&#8217;d invite a few neighbors to check out the blackberry car lot and then wheel and deal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They segued into domestic chores. One man said he&#8217;d just put up his fake Christmas tree a few days before Halloween. It had built-in lights and was a real beauty. His buddy said he just left his tree up all year. Why not? It made him feel good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They lamented the absence of the smell of a real tree, but they plugged in pine scent machines and that was fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wrote and wrote and listened to the men. All of them needed to light up their brush piles. One had to pick up a bale of hay. Another was thinking about going elk hunting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The bartender switched the game show over to <em>Fox News<\/em>. The lunatic talking heads were blathering about the red Republican wave they expected on Tuesday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As soon as that noise pollution commenced, the three men finished their drinks and left one at a time. They might have been <em>Fox News<\/em> diehards but even they didn&#8217;t want to listen to that shit in a bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Neither did I. I wrapped up the letter, drained the IPA, and walked into rain.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was ten in the morning on the first Monday in November. Rain fell hard. My car was in the shop for routine service. I had time to kill so why not kill it an OTA joint in Oregon City? The cinderblock Coney Island Tavern was the perfect place. 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