Oh boy, here I go again, buying books I have no money for.

And so, it is my privilege to give to you a poem that first ran in the 1925 Washington County News-Times, a paper my great-grandmother was also writing for at the time.
"Hallowe'en," By Verne Bright

He also made it to Gales Creek, writing ecstatically of Rippling Waters, where I lived. As far as I can tell, his work is largely unknown these days. His books are out of print, his life contained in a few dusty boxes in university archives.

This definitely stretches the definition of Portland, but Jim Dandy Farm Market in Manning, just outside of Banks, has free admission, free wagon rides, a maze, and a mini haunted house. Photos by me, feel free to use 'em if wanted. www.pumpkinpatch.farm

If you do not have a story like this, I question your rural bona fides.

Down I fell, & when I landed, I was arms-deep in the ribcage of a half-rotted cattle carcass. It turns out, one of the steers from the farm we were sledding at had died and been buried there.
Because I am not fabulously wealthy, this did not result in me dressing up as a cow and fighting criminals.

I haeavent yoused it yet.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, you're lucky.

I was having anxiety about the test and my mom simply drove me there under the guise of "I need your help at WinCo" and made me take the test. I'd read the DMV book twice. I missed one question. This is not me bragging, the test is insanely easy. Just... Read the book? Write a couple notes down?