I wasn't going to complain

Megan saw this picture and asked if I was going to complain about the weather.

For once the answer is no. I just thought the fog was neat looking.

Somehow I didn't realize that I owned this awesome Dolly Parton poster.

This is a spider that died inside one of the pictures at work.

Blue(grass) Monday

I've got nothing to say on this one...

This is a sad cat in a cage.

It is unclear what is going on here. I really don't remember hanging out in anyones garage.

At little Murphy's; Megan's Dad's bluegrass band played to a crowd of drunken teachers while the television above broadcast the surgery channel.

The crowd at Lil Murph's included TWO unsolicited harmonica players.

At McMinniman's I tried to avoid eye-contact with the members of the wait staff that I seem to have alienated in one way or another.

Thank god I'm a country boy

Every Tuesday during the summer, Stewart Park host an outdoor concert called Music on the Half Shell.

Tonights performance was Old Crow Medicine Show.
David had set out a blanket at 6:30 am, about ten feet from the stage.
The rest of our gang had not felt this same impulse and came to the concert at 6:30 in the pm. Majority ruled and we all sat further from the stage.

I don't think my pictures would have been any better if we had been up front.
This is a view from inside the hippie-dance-mosh-pit
I forgot my glasses in the car. Lee Ann tried to lead me to safety, but I was hit by flailing hippies
Megan tried to invite the band over to her house for beer.
Maggie got told that she was NOT a real southerner.
We made our way to Megan's, sans Old Crow Medicine Show.
Gweneth had come down from Astoria (home of the Goonies, and pronounced Ass-storia).
Charlie was supposed to come down but didn't. His switch blade wielding styles were duly missed.

Pacific-Northwest-Camo

In an attempt to acclimate myself to the Pacific-Northwest, I decide to get a puffy vest. The following are my attempts to capture said vest on film.

Somehow I managed to NOT picture the vest in any of these.

I finally registered my car in Oregon. Though, I'm still paying for New York car insurance even though this car has never been to New York. It seems ridiculous to me that, even-though I now live in Oregon, I still need to curse the New York Department of Motor Vehicles on a daily basis.

I went to the pawn shop down the street, Along with the usual pawn shop fare of guns and guitars, you can buy a tool box...filled with tools!

The other day I took my car apart in an attempt to fix the tape player. I ended up with less extra screws than the last time I attempted to take it apart. The tape player does technically work though I think its playing at the wrong speed. So, I've been listening to the radio allot. Most of the radio stations here feature either classic rock or religious fare or some combination. I have found one station, on the AM that just plays old country music...this is my new favorite station. I will just have to get used to everything sounding like it's being played through a tin can.