Only 23 post offices left. Looks like a 3-day trip out in the state’s northeast ought to do it. Then comes the hard part, making a book of the 388 photos…
Inside that red circle is the marker of the supposed geographical center of Oregon. Quoting Jerry King a “Google local guide”: Although the locals think this USGS brass disc is the center of Oregon, it actually isn’t. The disc was set along a leveling network over 100 years ago without any consideration of where the center of Oregon was. There are at least 6 recognized technical ways to determine the center of any irregular shape (like a state); all the methods fall within about 10-12 miles of Post, Oregon. So go to Post, buy a cold soda, and say, “I’ve been to the center of Oregon!” I bought a Twix ice cream and two Post postcards.
I’m staying in the very small town of Seneca, Oregon, tonight. For the first time since the middle of March, when I cleaned up the coast, I’m photographing post offices. I visited five today, and I have 4 more for tomorrow’s return trip. All the post offices I have left are now in eastern Oregon and are a long way from Fairview. Today’s mileage is a few over 375, and tomorrow’s trip back will be about 325.
Nine post offices in one trip sounds kind of light, and it is, but those 9 are 28% of the post offices I had left to do.
That’s right, I danced again to our favorite band, Northwest Transit Band, in our favorite walkable club, Celebrities. This time things were different. That is besides the fact it only took 1.75 beers to get me on the dance floor. Instead of just me and Tere on a faux date, it was a double faux date. Tere has an actual boyfriend.
Okay, quick sidebar. What is the proper term for “boyfriend” at our ages? “Manfriend” sounds like a name for a butler. One of the ladies at the Koffee Klatch called him her significant other, but they’ve been dating for a month; I think they would have to be dating longer for the “significant” label. Anyways…
Tere wrangled another female friend of hers (from Quail Hollow) that I also know. As a matter of fact, she was on the trip to Lebanon with us back in May. I don’t know if it was intentional so that I wouldn’t feel like a third wheel, but that wouldn’t have happened because apparently Jason wasn’t a dancer. Tere and I did dance to about three or four songs. Then again it could have been intentional, because the fourth of our group was not a dancer either, so she and Janson could chat while Tere and I were making fools of ourselves on the dance floor.
Another sidebar. The female friend’s name is Donna, and that would be perfect; if we happened to take a liking to each other, I couldn’t screw up by calling her the wrong name in the throws of passion. But that wasn’t going to happen; she is nice enough, but there just wasn’t any chemistry there.
On Tere’s and my second dance, we kind of paired up a bit with a second couple, and they ended up moving to our table. So it became a triple faux date because they were brother and sister-in-law. After three drinks Tere and Jason wanted to bail. I had just acquired a 4th beer, so I said, “I’m going to stay and finish this.” At that point they left, and Donna went with them (see no chemistry), so I danced with the 3rd woman for a song, and then the band took a break. I finished off the beer, and we three hit the exit. They to their car, and I hit the bricks for the 1/4 mile walk home.
Oh, and four beers is one too many. As they did the first time, the waitress grabs everyone’s charge card to start running a tab, and I’ll give you three guesses as to who of the group forgot to get their card before leaving. If your first guess was me, you don’t need those other guesses.
Several weeks ago my Instagram feed was inundated with ads for a patina garden sculpture of an octopus (sometimes labeled as a squid.) I was intrigued, it might look nice in the spot in the patio where the raggedy rose bush was. But they wanted over $40 for ’em. I poked around on Amazon and found one for $20.
It arrived yesterday, and after moving the arms around to a look I liked, it seemed a little dwarfed in the spot. The one I bought has a head size of about 16″ x 16″ and Amazon has some that are $45 that are 22″ x 22″. So, now I’m thinking I buy the bigger set and use it’s larger head and that set’s 4 more arms. Or should I just not waste the money and put the smaller one in a smaller area? I’m on the fence.
Instead of stopping the rewatch of LOST, I’ve just accelerated my viewing. Between yesterday and today I have burned through the last 10 episodes of Season five. I have “just” the 18 episodes of season six to finish and I might just go ahead and delete my digital copy of the show. This IMDb featured review of the show says it all.
I’m continuing with my rewatch of LOST, although I don’t know why. I am in Season Five now, and 6 episodes in. On a show that was loose with reality from the get go, there have been several chances to say the LOST had jumped the shark, but for me it was the third episode of season five, 89th overall, entitled “Jughead.”
No, it isn’t a crossover with the Archie comic books, but some reason the island are “heroes” are on has become unstuck in time. This plot device represents the Fonz putting on the water skis, the shark jumping part occurs during one of the time jumps. The characters are dropped in with some military types in 1954 and they find a twenty ton hydrogen bomb:
| Track | Daily | Crush |
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| 2008 Lotus 2-Eleven | 1986 Mercedes 560SL | 2005 Lexus SC430 |
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| The summer of 2026 is here, so convertibles for everything. | ||
Here is what last week’s cars sold for or were bid to (if the reserve was not met):
Track: 2025 Radical SR10 XXR Bid to USD $85,500 06/18/2026
Daily: 1959 Volkswagen Karmann Ghia Coupe Bid to USD $60,000 06/18/2026
Crush: 2016 Smart Fortwo Passion Coupe Sold for USD $11,250 06/18/2026
On April 25th the Red Sox fired manager Alex Cora because the team started out the season playing just awful. Highlighted with a square is the 25th and at that point they had a 39% chance of making the playoffs. They got a not unexpected “new coach” bounce and, then, you can see what the odds have done since.
Maybe next year…