Born in Pendleton Oregon in Nov of 1950, we moved to TX in 56. I’ve got allot of relatives in Portland, Pendleton and Weston. My Portland relatives are about what you would expect (Liberal as hell), my Pendleton and Weston relatives are hard working staunch conservatives who are being held captive by the Leftist Lunatic’s you speak of. I still travel there but stay east of the Cascades, not much left of the west anymore. We went there often as a family growing up and some of my fondest memories are of the Portland and Astoria area’s. Born in Oregon but raised in West Texas we forget the true beauty of that state. Astoria Oregon was the city I truly fell in love with, a true northwest rain forest. My Pop’s childhood friend lived there and ran a few boats, Pop and I would go out with him and the crew for the day. The whole place was like a dream for a kid my age, like walking into a beautiful picture. My uncle later moved everything to Kodiac Alaska, between my junior and senior year in high school I spent the summer with him fishing every day and hunting when we couldn’t fish. Not sure why I brought that up but I might as well finish the story. My uncle Pete was attacked by a Brown bear when he was in his early 70’s, killed the bear and survived the attack but he was never the same again. He suffered some severe damage to the brain and spent the remaining part of his life in a VA nursing home. I took Pop up there to see him and he didn’t know who we were. Here I am thinking I’m getting to old to travel at 70 anymore and there’s a Man who fought and killed a brown bear and survived. What I miss most about Oregon just isn’t there anymore, I only hope it’s not gone forever.
Wow. I definitely miss what is not there anymore.