East coast trip days 6 & 7 & 8: Drinking at the in-laws’ in rural Vermont


This is Vermont, near where Christian’s folks live. Yep, that bitchin’ car there is a lifted station wagon. Note also the fall colors. Did you know looking at orangish leaves in New England is in itself a pastime? I know, weird, right? (I know my fellow Californians feel me on that.) Well it gets better, cause this pastime is known as LEAF PEEPING. I seriously don’t even know where to begin with that and no it is NOT just me, that shit sounds perverted as all hell. Read more »


Music for Enthusiasts: Tending bar at the saloon


No one is ever surprised to hear I work in a bar. What usually causes a few confused stares and a snicker or three is that I work in a country western bar—a saloon, actually. If the 8-foot sign reading “SALOON” by the front door does not alert you to the fact that you have atmospherically left Southeast Portland and been transported to somewhere in the middle of Montana or Wyoming, the saddle atop an old wooden barrel in front of the bar, the sepia-inspired lighting and extensive bourbon selection ought to do the trick.

If, however, your senses are too bewildered and booze-hazy for all of this to make an impression, the sounds of Merle Haggard, Dwight Yoakam, Hank Williams (yes, Sr. and Jr.), or Johnny Cash will eventually tip even the most overly-enthusiastic of you off.
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