Stupid Guest Tricks

Zazu wrote:Reminds me of Pee Wee Herman.

hey really, thats why he lost his kiddy show. he freed willy....

drcorey wrote:hey really, thats why he lost his kiddy show. he freed willy....

I thought he was abusing willie. :D:

hobie16 wrote:I thought he was abusing willie. :D:

Well, there is abuse, and then there is ABUSE

HEHEHEHEHE

Lasting memories of Oregon? Where do I start? I love the Columbia Gorge, and who could not love the wine country? Going up to Mount Saint Helens... Actually, my favorite memories of St. Helens come from flight training.

Sad thing about the Organ Grinder... it's gone now. For those who don't know, imagine a place like Chuck E. Cheese's, but instead of a knock-off mouse, it's designed around a huge pipe organ, playing old time movies with the organ as the musical accompaniment. I wish I could have experienced it in my adult life.

Downtown, you have so much to do, and you just have to go about 20 miles to be in the middle of nowhere. For a relaxing day in the winter, Little Wallaby and I would go up to Bagby Hot Springs... just don't breathe too deeply there.

So many memories... but coming to be a Cast Member is worth going and visiting the Portland area.

Big Wallaby wrote:Lasting memories of Oregon? Where do I start?

I started with family who came west on the 1845 wagon train to homestead in the Woodburn area. Great-great-granddaddy was a Southerner from Missouri though, and took to naming his sons after Confederate generals. My great-granddad was Jefferson Davis Beauregard Cooley -- now ain't that a fine old Oregon name?

G3 and his wife have their portraits hung in the state museum in Champoeg, and G2uncle Christopher Columbus Cooley's rifle is at the DAR museum across the parking lot.

Family moved to Salem for a time while Grandmother attended Willamette University in town. I'll still hold up the used bookstores there to the best in Portland, acre-by-acre. (And with Powells, that is the correct unit of measurement.)

To this day, I can't breathe in the smell of a burning field without thinking about those places.

Zazu wrote:To this day, I can't breathe in the smell of a burning field without thinking about those places.

I still remember the wood smell when I'd go with my dad to pick up a load of presto logs at the Weyerhaeuser mill.

One of these days I want to go and stay and visit where I grew up. It was too bad that Oregon State Beavers and Oregon Ducks did not make it to the Rosebowl. That would be something to see. My dad taught electrical enginering at OSU. His office partner has written many college books for that degree. My dad's office partner is Octive Levenspeil. I want to go back and would like to see how the campus has changed. ;)

turkeyham wrote:One of these days I want to go and stay and visit where I grew up. It was too bad that Oregon State Beavers and Oregon Ducks did not make it to the Rosebowl. That would be something to see. My dad taught electrical enginering at OSU. His office partner has written many college books for that degree. My dad's office partner is Octive Levenspeil. I want to go back and would like to see how the campus has changed. ;)

Where did you grow up? I thought you went to Los Al High.

Zazu wrote:I started with family who came west on the 1845 wagon train to homestead in the Woodburn area. Great-great-granddaddy was a Southerner from Missouri though, and took to naming his sons after Confederate generals. My great-granddad was Jefferson Davis Beauregard Cooley -- now ain't that a fine old Oregon name?

Now, where have I heard that name, Cooley before... Hmm...

Zazu wrote:I'll still hold up the used bookstores there to the best in Portland, acre-by-acre. (And with Powells, that is the correct unit of measurement.)

Acre, kilometer... it all works. I do quite miss Powells.

Big Wallaby wrote:Sad thing about the Organ Grinder... it's gone now. For those who don't know, imagine a place like Chuck E. Cheese's, but instead of a knock-off mouse, it's designed around a huge pipe organ, playing old time movies with the organ as the musical accompaniment. I wish I could have experienced it in my adult life.

There was an Organ Grinder in Portland? I never knew there were any others. We used to have one in Denver, and it was the coolest place. The organ not only had the standard pipes, but lots of percussion and other sounds, plus the lights in the place danced along with music. The pizza was okay, but you didn't go there for the food!