"PAC and I will be here all weekend, blogging about the 100th Anniversary Pendleton Round Up. " Why? So you can write snide blog posts about white people in hats and jeans. Lustful thoughts won't send you to hell, but making fun of God's chosen people will
Growing up there -most of the year- was pretty much like growing up in any small town in America, despite Pendleton seemingly being stuck in some other decade. What decade it was exactly continues to elude me.
But for one week every September, it was Mardi Gras on the high plains. I saw my first examples of drinking, fucking and fighting in the street. I saw my first dead body when I was thirteen: he had just been beaten to death minutes before my drunk ass stumbled on up.
My daughter's going over there today. She's good though; she can take care of herself. She's a farm girl.
No really: just for those who were not reading so much...I SAW THE BODY OF A DEAD PERSON WHO HAD RECENTLY BEEN BEATEN TO DEATH ON THE MAIN STREET OF THE TOWN I GREW UP IN WHILE DRUNK AND IN JUNIOR HIGH. I'm just sayin'...
Growing up there -most of the year- was pretty much like growing up in any small town in America, despite Pendleton seemingly being stuck in some other decade. What decade it was exactly continues to elude me.
But for one week every September, it was Mardi Gras on the high plains. I saw my first examples of drinking, fucking and fighting in the street. I saw my first dead body when I was thirteen: he had just been beaten to death minutes before my drunk ass stumbled on up.
My daughter's going over there today. She's good though; she can take care of herself. She's a farm girl.
On the other hand, women voters (am I right fellas?).
Later on, when I was working at OHSU, I saw lots of dead bodies, but that's kinda different.