I spent the second half of yesterday walking around town here in Centralia. Seeing what's changed, checking out places I used to hang out, reminiscing on events that seem a life time ago. Walking through the many antique shops, the old oaks in front of the library where they used to lynch people, down by the bridge where they once hung the mayor of the town, up to the Oly Club where I used to have beers with the guys. The Oly Club is older than dirt, and the bathroom still sports the coolest and most elaborate urinals I've ever seen. Wide and deep with the drain from the sink running down into them, there is no question they were a part of the original construction. Just a cool place to go after work and get pleasantly smashed with good friends.
It would have been a nice town to end up in, but it wasn't the life for me. If you'd like to know more about the colorful history of the place check it out here .
It would have been a nice town to end up in, but it wasn't the life for me. If you'd like to know more about the colorful history of the place check it out here .
On another more cheerful note, I'll be heading for Portland OR this evening to visit a gaggle of old friends and maybe make some new ones. I always have such a good time there.
If our thumbs is really the only thing separating us from the animals...wouldn't a hitchhiker be the perfect person? Something to think about...
If our thumbs is really the only thing separating us from the animals...wouldn't a hitchhiker be the perfect person? Something to think about...