Nothing but annoying...

Remember me saying that this Nothing little town has a problem with what we call "tweakers"? I don't know, maybe I didn't, but a "tweaker" is a person who is completely and totally addicted to methamphetamine or speed or "crack" or whatever you want to call it. Now personally I just don't get it. I do not understand anyone who wants to stay awake for days or weeks on end, who pick at their faces until there are craters all over them, who shuts up a house with sheets over every window (paranoid maybe?), who lets their teeth rot out and don't even care and who don't come out until after midnight to the bars and order "water" to the bartenders chagrin, then proceed to the poker machines with their "hoodies" over their heads and just stare blankly at the machines.

AAAAAGGGGAHHHHHHHHWHHHAAA

Well, I have a friend who is one of these people and, unfortunately, she made the mistake and introduced me to her son who is about one and a half years old and just a beautiful boy. She called me the other night at about midnight (magic hour for a "tweaker") and told me that she had her boy and she had no where to sleep. I let her come over to sleep on the couch and the next morning I told her that I was going up to stay at Gus's house that evening and if she needed a place to stay she could stay here..............BIG MISTAKE.

So this is what is nothing but annoying........Coming home after a couple of days gone, walking into your house and feeling like Goldilocks moved in and made it her own home. Every window in the house had a sheet over it, the washing machine had a full load of clothes in it, the dryer had a full load in it, all my laundry soap was used up, the kitchen had a full sink of dirty dishes in it, half my food had been eaten, my bed had been slept in and there were half eaten soggy cookies underneath it.............AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHWHHHHHAAA

You give a "tweaker" an inch, and they take a mile.........damn.

Nothing but a broken record

Us "Nothingers" have a problem with new folks. We automatically think they are either Narcs, FBI Agents or Spies.

We have a new couple in town and they already annoy me. Cid and Melinda or Cid and Nancy as my boyfriend calls them (don't ask me why). Supposedly they are moving here from Longview, Washington because they think this little town of ours is so cute and quiet. No "tweakers" as Melinda tells us......ha ha.....if she only knew! And far be it from me from me to tell her. I will let her find out for herself.

So our new couple is trying with all of their might to "fit in". They show up at the bar and the first thing Cid does is buy the last bright red, nicotine stinking "Frank's Place" t-shirt that has been hanging up behind the bar I think for the last 5 years. So funny because not one of us has bought one of those t-shirts, much less wore one, not even the bartenders. Nice try guys.

So...the broken record is the fight that Cid almost got into the other night with a very local guy named Zebco. Since I have heard this story over and over again since the night it happened I have to say that I am really hoping that something else happens soon........

Nothing but an admission.....

Ok....I have to admit this.

I actually do not live in this Nothing Town. ....

Ok....there, I got it off my chest. I don't know why but this little tidbit of information has been weighing on my conscience but, it has. I actually live about 15 miles down river from here but my time spent in this Nothing Town is far more than at home. My boyfriend, Gus is the head Bartender in the only bar here and my ex boyfriend, Frank lives just three miles up river from here and I lived with him for over eight years. I guess I just want my little blog here to be truthful.

Ok........now I feel better.

Nothing but a shock.........

Well I found out yesterday who it was that shot my friend Gary.

It was his only son, Joshua. Everybody is completely and totally shocked at this turn of events.

I really did not know Joshua (“Josh” as everybody called him) at all. I did know Josh’s oldest Son, Jonathan. He is twelve years old and a playmate of my Boyfriend, Gus’s son, Kyle. According to Jacqui, Jonathan’s Mother and Josh’s first wife, Gary was closer to Jonathan than he was even to Josh. Gary took Jonathan fishing every chance he could get. I remember seeing them on the river all the time. Jonathan, I know, will miss his Grandfather very much. And now he has to face the fact that is own Father killed him. This is all such a total shame.

I remember seeing Josh at the funeral. He stood up to talk about his Father and there was something about it that was creepy to me. He hadn’t had a speech written up and he only spoke for a few moments and he just kind of shuffled around up there and went; “umm, ahh….well my Dad really liked fishing”. That was it. He really did not seem sad at all which was very weird and strange.

The only thing I know now is 1: at least we know who did it and 2: what in the world would make an only Son do such a thing?

Nothing but emotional

Gary Wolgamott

SWISSHOME — A celebration of life will be at 2 p.m. Saturday, March 22, at Swisshome Evangelical Church for Gary Joe Wolgamott of Swisshome. He died March 15 in a homicide at age 55.

He was born Aug. 17, 1952, in Nampa, Idaho, to Joseph and Mary Ann Wolgamott. He married Lori Jensen in 1972 in Mapleton and they later divorced.

Wolgamott graduated from Mapleton High School in 1970. He worked as a Caterpillar operator for many years and worked as a river guide on the Siuslaw River and in Alaska.

Survivors include his mother; a son, Joshua of Walton; three siblings, Kenny Wolgamott of Crooked River Ranch, Dee Wolgamott of Elmira and Rick Wolgamott of Swisshome; and four grandchildren.

Above is the obituary for my friend Gary. I went to his Celebration of Life on Saturday and it was very emotional. The one good thing about it was that the facilitator said “This is not over, but today we are going to celebrate Gary’s life and nothing else”. The Church was packed to capacity, even flowing out the door. Gary was such a loved and admired person. It started with a eulogy by his school mate Brian M., then it ended with people standing up and telling stories about times they had spend with Gary. In almost every story it was about fishing with him as that was Gary’s true passion. The first slide shown in the slide show was a picture of Gary and Frank in the drift boat and the crying started for me at that point on. After the Celebration I left and went to Frank’s house to tell him about the slide and I got to see all my little kitties that I left behind at his house and then I hugged him……….damn.

Nothing but a Tragedy

Well, I said this was a nothing town....maybe I spoke to soon.

As usual we are sitting in the local bar on a Sunday....we hear sirens wailing and ambulances whiz by....nothing unusual for this place as the highway is treacherous going up river and we have dealt with many accidents and fatalities because of it. My friend Mark is sitting next to us and the phone rings and it is for him. He hangs up and says "last night at about 9:30 or 10:00 pm I heard this tremendously loud shot, so loud that it woke me up from my couch in a start...I sprang up and ran to the front door and looked out....but didn't see anything". Well, hearing gunshots around here is nothing unusual either as this place is loaded with Hunters, Loggers, and even trailers that work as both a Home and a Gun shop combined. Mark says, "Lori just called me and told me that the Cops are at Gary W's house and that he is dead".

Oh my God....

This is a tragedy....right now I am at the Bar the day later and, of course, this is the topic of the day. Gary W was a very respected Man in this Community. He was the top River Guide, he was a loving Grandfather, Loving Father, Loving Son to his Mother, he had Cerebral Ataxia and was doing sort of ok with it.....he kept his yard immaculate. He kept his boats immaculate. He loved his dogs.......

A tragedy that has turned this Nothing Town upside down.

As we have all been mulling over this horrible incident we have come to conclusion that right now we have a Killer running loose up river. This is not the first shooting that has happened up river...this is a lawless place....but for it to happen to a man so well respected.....it is a terrible shame. In the last 3 years we have had about 3 or 4 killings and none of them were ever solved or even prosecuted and I think it is because the Cops just write us all off as losers and "crack heads" and just think "oh well" just another loser we don't have to hunt down anymore. But Gary W.??? He was none of those and I am pretty sure that the person who friggin gunned him down is probably of the the ones who "got away" with it before. We have young men up this river who are completely insane....men who didn't finish school and just stayed here because their parents just let them sit around and drink and smoke dope and hang out with them.

This has got to stop............Rest well Gary.....We will find out who did this to you.

Sorry...out of luck

I am going to type this blog in red because that is what I am seeing right now

The ONLY restaurant and bar in town....Frank's Place. The ONLY place to get all the gossip and interesting tid bits of information from this Nothing Town, the ONLY place to get a beer or cocktail and maybe a hamburger and, if you're lucky and enough people are in the bar and you are tipping they might stay open until nine pm. Well, the owners of this wonderful place have decided to open a new place down the coast in Bandon, Oregon and the owner, named Frank (ha ha....really!) who usually cooks after two pm is down there working on his new dive. So, unbelievable as it is.....no food here in this Nothing Town.....nada....shit out of luck.

Better not get drunk......

Where am I???

My little town is nestled between the Pacific Ocean and the Coastal Range in Oregon State.

A nothing town.

The population consists of Retirees, Loggers, Laid off Loggers, SSI Recipients (mental cases, back problems etc.), the "Born and Bred" (ya know the ones....right out of the movie "Deliverance"), and the local Back Street Drifter whom we call "Cricket". He's the guy we go to to find out who stole our car, who ripped off all the tools in the tool shed, who stole the neighbors chickens and any other bit of information. Cricket will take all your bottles and cans for refunds for you.....no need for recyclers here. The Confederate Flag flies freely....so, Mr. Obama, warning, if you choose to come for a campaign stop here I would suggest that you have an army of Secret Services Agents and a heavily armored vehicle at your disposal. But all of this aside.....I love it here.

I will tell you things about this place that are wonderful, disturbing, funny, sad, and balancing on the absurd.......

Stay tuned.