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A LOGGER'S TALE.
Pilsbury, the logger, was a tough survivor. He wasn't book-learned, but he had an innate knowledge of his surroundings, & an instinct for survival. He knew he would be driving loggin' trucks all his life. He didn't know anything else. He was part of a tight-knit fraternity of like-minded individuals. Headstrong. Predictable. Serious. But his story was different than most...Pilsbury was cut from loggin' stock. His whole family, & extended family, had all been loggers--back to when mules hauled-out the logs. His brother-in-law ran the mill in Noti{NO-tie}, Ore-gin. Pilsbury had been driving logging trucks since he was 16. Hauling logs was the only life he knew. The furthest he'd gone from his birthplace, in Walton, was Eugene. & of course, to the coast, by Waldport. That's all the distance he had ever yearned to go-except once-when he had wanted to go to Portland, to see Elvis. "The Elvis"! Elvis Presley! But he missed that chance. His sister, Zona, did get to go with his brother-in-law, Harry. Pilsbury had to babysit Zona's 8 kids--that night, Harry & Zona were livin' it up @ "The Elvis Concert"--probably painting-the-town, in Portland! That pissed him off for years afterwards, but Pilsbury kept it to himself! Pilsbury was that type of guy!
A LOGGER'S TALE.
Pilsbury, the logger, was a tough survivor. He wasn't book-learned, but he had an innate knowledge of his surroundings, & an instinct for survival. He knew he would be driving loggin' trucks all his life. He didn't know anything else. He was part of a tight-knit fraternity of like-minded individuals. Headstrong. Predictable. Serious. But his story was different than most...Pilsbury was cut from loggin' stock. His whole family, & extended family, had all been loggers--back to when mules hauled-out the logs. His brother-in-law ran the mill in Noti{NO-tie}, Ore-gin. Pilsbury had been driving logging trucks since he was 16. Hauling logs was the only life he knew. The furthest he'd gone from his birthplace, in Walton, was Eugene. & of course, to the coast, by Waldport. That's all the distance he had ever yearned to go-except once-when he had wanted to go to Portland, to see Elvis. "The Elvis"! Elvis Presley! But he missed that chance. His sister, Zona, did get to go with his brother-in-law, Harry. Pilsbury had to babysit Zona's 8 kids--that night, Harry & Zona were livin' it up @ "The Elvis Concert"--probably painting-the-town, in Portland! That pissed him off for years afterwards, but Pilsbury kept it to himself! Pilsbury was that type of guy!