MISFITS!!!!!!!!
Im sTill stuck up here in Gods country Oregon USA..... I think its the country God forgot

reminds me of a show.... Deliverance. ..
Really, its full of very friendly folks, I have spent too much time in Cali I have forgotten the good in people. The thank yous and pleases, friendly nod and wave from a stranger. I remeber these things as the Norman Rockwell part of my life that I had taken for granted at the time and now appreciate and miss very much....
A quick example:
Im up here in the place that time seems to have passed on by to dismantle and load mill equipment purchased last week in an auction....
its been some years since ive accually been out in the field to perform the task of dismantle knowing I would be remantaling (I know its not a word), piont is im rusty and about 20years older and didnt bring with me and the crew all the consumables that would be necessary to complete the job.....
I realised this morning shortly after squeesin the triger on the mig torch I didnt bring anymore tips and suddenly realised I was in the middle of no where in a town that although do have a McDs, havent cought up with the Starbucks like coffees Every other McDs ive ever been too does... Ik.... weird... but true.... How ever the Polaris dealer Uhaul dealer also has a drive thru that servers a very taste white mocha..... agian weird but true... I told my crew I would return shortly with tips for the welder..... they looked at me smiling.... as though they wwere waiting for my snide remarks about the town being so in the middle of nowhere and what I had exspressed more then a few times earlier this week as a one horse town that should just pack up and disappear for as much good as it was to be here.... in middle of no where....
I said realky ill be right back..... the town is only a hundred yards long..... anyway...
To my utter amasement there was accually a welding shop supply in the back of the Convenience/post office/scales, so I grabbed my mocha and jumped in my truck .... passing it twice thinking it was an aabandon building.... I made my way around the building to the back and walked in the door to a friendly "Good morrning my friend what can I do for you".... this guy pulled it off, I accually believed he felt it was a good morning. I replied good morning back and walked up to the counter and taking a glance around the room takinging it the surroundings and before I sat on the stool I felt sure I was screwed for getting badly needed tips.....
I half heartedly told him my dellema and finished with doesnt look like im going to find what I would need anywhere close by..... he asked again what brand size and such that I felt he was being nice buttbut wasnt going to help.... I went to stand up and he said come around back maybe he had something thqt would work, I insisted it was ok I didnt see anything 5hat would work in his small sales floor.... he was friendly and told me it would only take a second and may pay off.... I reluctantly made my way around the counter to humor the guy knowing I was in trouble and would be looking at a 200 mile drive thru the mountains to get what I needed.
After about 20 minutes of no success th3 gentalman apologized and then offored me one of his peronal welders to use until something worked out on getting tips..... I almost laughed, out of utter shock a knee jurk reaction to his unexspected kind offer. I turned around to thank him for the gesture and explain it wasnt nessassary, and there he was pulling out a welder that was in very good shape and ready for use... I asked what the rental would be thinkingnthis is better then the drive and time lost tracking down $2 parts I had forgotten. His answer was, after a short chuckle, I dont rent my tools, your welcome to use it as longnas you need it....
I have been to this town twice in my life and the first visit was a week ago guys!!!! I this gentalman didnt know me from Adam (a biblical charature who couldnt say know to naked women).... google it. He insisted and was not taking no from me as he past by and right out the door stopping in th the back of my truck...... I stood there in his tiny back room welding shop stunded and confused by this persons kindness and willingness to help me out, again someone he had never met.
he had to ask me twice to help him load it to jult me out of my stupper!
I begain to explain where I was working, what I was doing in his town and stumbling over every word still in shock of good fotune and this mans trust in a person he didnt know.
he told me he had a good idea that i was at the ol mill taking out equipment, he asked if I was a scrapper, in my state of discombobulation I didnt realize his question and aske him to repeate it. He asked if I was tearing out the equipment to skrap it. I told him no sir, im taking it to our mill back home to install it for use..... as he closed my tailgate he smiled and said thats good to hear it will be use for what it is made.....
he stuck out his hand and introduce himself, told me if there Was any problem with the welder to call him.
I just stood there, dumb founded as hell..... as he walked back in his post office/store....
Upon returning to my crew I pulled up and asked them to please unload the welder very very carefully. then tried my very best to explain what had just happened.... thank God 5hey looked just as dumb as I no doubtibly looked when it Was happening.
I took on the job of welding so that 5he machine wouldnt befall and damages. It worked beuatifully and we worked the rest the day with the good mans welder.
If that wasnt enough, around 4 a mail jeep pulled up to me, honked and the kind man held out his open hand to give me 7 tips for my welder that I had been lookingnto getnfrom him earlier this morning.....
I apologize to the town of John Day Oregon, I cant put into words my thanks to you good people. Not for the use of a welder, I thank you for reminding me what life is really about. It is the kind gestures the smile and a wave from a stranger, a helping hand to another humanbeing that is so very important and needed today.... I believe you people were not the place God forgot, but the place we should work to remember.
Joe, the gentalmen at the store, didnt find the tips i needed at his shop, he drove 200 miles in the mountain so that could continue my work. And charged me $1.89 each..... he didnt make a dime helping me, I begged him to let me at the very least pay the fuel cost..... he wouldnt.
I bumped into him and his lovely wife at the hardware store this evening and was able to convince his wife to let me take them to dinner..... thank God, I was felling pretty horible....