And yeah the DQ on 99 in CG was great, too. Had red bars for the overhang that many a kid dashed his brains out on.

I go back every two summers and it’s surreal. It’s the same old town but it’s all different, too. The high school is gone and they put up a fancy new one. Downtown has been remade into a tourist/art-fart trap. Haven’t had the heart to go up to Culp Creek since that last time I went to go cheer the fact that the Bohemia mill burned down. Almost lost my right arm there and when dad called and said it was gone I made it a point to go back out west and visit.

Worst of all… Marco’s Gelato is gone in Eugene. Total bummage.

Sorry to all you folks for tying up this thread/post with musings from the past, but it has been fun.

And I got my green Bi-Mart key chain card on my ring, where the number is wore off since they just write it on with a Sharpie.

As far as:

any ass can look stuff up on the web and pretend

You pretty much pegged the veracity meter when you put Lorane Hwy and Umpqua together in the same sentence.

But I do have to get my live plant order in to Territorial Seed…they’re almost sold out this year. Their plants do pretty good here near Chesapeake Bay; must be one of them compatible “microclimate” thingies they’re allus talkin’ about in Sunset magazine.

Get the hell out of here! You’re kiddin’ right? We drove up Sears Road and came into Creswell from Pleasant Hill direction and ate at the DQ every Friday night when I was a kid. Too bad the ol’ boy that ran it finally said “enough is enough”.

The “claim verification” part was because any ass can look stuff up on the web and pretend to be something they aren’t. Stuff I posted, you would only know if you lived there or near there. The last thing I ever expected was to contact someone who was from that area of the Willamette Valley.

Still torques me that they tore Delta House down. Grrr.

I didn’t know Camas Swale had rattlers. Cerro Gordo up by Dorena Lake did, and the hills east of Cottage Grove Lake did, too.

Another bit of trivia – when the marching band in Animal House turned a corner into a dead-end alley – that alley did not exist, or rather, you could walk clear through it.

Watched some of the filming in Eugene, you could see the frat house from the roof of Sacred Heart Hospital at the time.

If you want to verify my claim…

Huh? Anyway, as you continue up 99 north of Saginaw, you eventually come to the Post Office in Creswell, where my very first apartment was upstairs on the left as you look west from the road.

And I don’t know if I ever met anybody that ate possum. Although I have roasted a couple of rattlesnakes out Camas Swale way.

So true … it’s the cross that I must bear.

Spices… true. Thai food is heavily spiced and I believe that it derived from lots of hardship years worth of poor quality food. Plus they have plain good culinary taste! I eat thai food 4-5 times a week whenever possible.

(But watch out. One goat or cow becomes a zombie, and all of South Asia will become zombified in short course.)

And katakat is good too. So good I will not even find out what goes in it. All I know is that it consists of things we don’t normally eat.

I tried frogs legs once. Yech. The waiter was such a sweetheart, though. I told him I didn’t like the legs: he took it away and allowed me to order something else. He didn’t even charge us for the frogs legs.

Of course, the thing about South Asian food is that we use so many spices that it doesn’t matter what a thing is made from: it tastes good because the spices mask everything.

Which is why we South Asians love liver (kaleji). From what I’ve heard and read, it seems Western folks prepare it in a very plain way. No wonder they don’t like it.

Pig brains and scrambled eggs.