Yep. I think I heard that my county was the leading county in the nation in the 90’s for U-Hauls headed out as opposed toU-Hauls headed in. A real hot commodity.
At my 10 year reunion, in ‘98, of those who bothered to show up ONE guy had managed to find a job in county at that point—with the fire department after being in the service.
We were about 400 when we matriculated, and over 300 when we graduated.
No one with a college education was closer than freakin Portland. Which is six g.d. hours away if the traffic is moderate to bad getting out of Portland and through Eugene even if you know how to drive 38 like you grew up in Hazard county.
Some of the girls had managed to marry older guys who already had jobs.
No one educated out of State had made it back in state that I can recall.
I’m now a Canuck, albeit one who has managed to find a place on earth with a nice mix of deciduous and coniferous trees, shuttered wood mills, unemployed mill workers, tourists, retirees, hills, water, country boys, and druggies.
The place that I live in is a fair bit like a town in my home county by the name of Powers, but with fewer guns.
Which is sort of like living in Texas, with fewer guns. Its a relative thing.
One can always pray for Deliverance, and sometimes it comes.
Oh yeah. We’ve got ice hockey here.
Believe it or not, it is a really great sport.
Sort of a cross between ballet and rugby, but with clubs.
I get you.
I now live in a community much like that I grew up in- which has changed to the worse. And had it tough to start with.
Maybe it’s a childhood picture I see here. Fine, if so.
When we got here in ‘69, Coos Bay was the world’s largest timber/lumber shipping port The streets were full of Japanese crewmen from all of the ships in port. Now, the streets are full of stoned homeless people.
Ya gotta avoid Highway 38. The city of Drain is a notorious speed-trap. Give me a high-speed run west on 126 or a late-night shot actoss 42, after the deer have gotten to their feeding areas.