A Man of Letters
Monday, April 26, 2004
DATELINE: MOLALLA, OR:
I'm not sure how to describe my home state to people who live elsewhere. It's a weird mix of hick and refined, conservative, liberal, libertarian, and ornery.
Being attacked by a one-legged miner in Wolf Creek made me happy to be an Oregonian for some reason. So did stumbling across what seemed like an entire town gathered around with fiddles and guitars and washboards playing "Let The Circle Be Unbroken" in a place called Ma's Kitchen outside of Burns.
This made me proud too.
