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Friday, June 24, 2016

It's Summer!

On Tuesday, June 21, in honour of the first full day of summer, I played two courses on Oregon's coast, The Meadow in Bay City, and Toledo Red Dog in Toledo.  Then on Thursday, June 23, I played Buxton Woods, which is either in Banks or Buxton, Oregon, not like it matters.  Not content with that, I also played Intel at Jones Farm, in Hillsboro.

4:57 pm pdt 

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Here's Another Course to Avoid:

Because I play them, you don't have to.  This time it's Hagg Lake / Sain Scoggins, which is between Forest Grove and Gaston, Oregon.

12:45 pm pdt 

Monday, June 6, 2016

This Just In...

It's summer, and there are disc golf courses to be played!  Just reviewed this week is LL Stub Stewart State Park, in Vernonia, Oregon.

5:18 pm pdt 

Thursday, June 2, 2016

New Course Reviews!

There are three new disc golf course reviews online:  Milo McIver and Timber Park, both of which are in Estacada, Oregon, and Grizzly Acres, which is in Sandy, Oregon, more or less. 

5:13 pm pdt 

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

All That Money

Guy down the street went to work at a roofing mill.  They make tarpaper.  And shingles.  Nasty place.  But the pay was OK.  It was pretty good for just a high school diploma.  One day he fell into the machinery.  Killed him.  Horrible way to go.  Well, maybe not for him.  Dead is dead.  But it was a closed casket.  Insurance paid for the funeral.  Even at that they had to go with the cheaper casket.  After, like, sixty days, his parents got a check from the roofing mill.  $27,500.  That was the amount they paid for accidental death.  One to three fingers was worth $7,000.  A hand was $9,00, and so on.  So his parents get this check.  And they cash it.  They thought about putting it in the bank, but it just didn't seem right mixing it all together.  And they didn't want to use that money just to pay bills.  It seemed like it ought to used for something better than that.  Something more.  They thought about buying a boat, but how much fun we're they going to get out of that boat? 

So they just neatly stacked all that money on the coffee table and looked at it.  They looked at it for almost a year.  It got to the point that when they went out, they left the door open, hoping somebody would come along and steal it.  And by all rights, it probably should've gotten stolen.  There were definitely guys in the neighborhood who weren't above lifting a stereo or two.  They probably didn't want all that money, either.  And I can't blame them. 

So finally his folks decide to just give it all away.  Find somebody who wouldn't know the story.  Somebody who wouldn't care.  So they just gave it all to this guy who was standing on a corner with a cardboard sign.  It was his lucky day.  They handed him a paper bag with all that money in it and just drove off.

The poor schmuck didn't live through the night.  The two guys he was camping with beat him to death.  They probably didn't mean to kill him.  They probably didn't even know he was dead when they took all the cash.  Not that it made a difference to that poor schmuck.  Dead is dead.

One of the two got so drunk he fell off an overpass, 26 feet onto the street below.  The fall should've killed him, and the oncoming traffic should've killed him.  He'd been better off if it had.  Not that he'll probably ever realize it.  The other guy was arrested for killing the poor schmuck, even though he tried to blame it on the guy who fell off the bridge.  He was convicted of aggravated manslaughter, and he'll have to serve at least 12 years before they even think about letting him out. 

Thing is, nobody ever found out what happened to all that money.  I mean, what's the most those two could've spent in one night?  A couple of grand?  That still leaves over 25,000 dollars.  The guy in jail says there never was that much money.  So either he's got it stashed somewhere, or the poor schmuck had it stashed somewhere, or there's something else going on.  Cops have been known to pocket cash.  Wherever that money's at, though, I hope it stays there.  It's obvious that money's cursed.

8:26 am pdt 

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