(really they shouldn't let me retire until I can spell rendezvous right the first time) than the local Oregon Fish and Wildlife building just north of town?
|According to the plaque, his career as an antelope was ended near Riley, Oregon, in 1971.|
The man was very nice and offered me, the retiring art teacher, a seat right under this antelope.
Just to the right of this bear.
And then we went through my forms. I just want to say that, despite all odds, I did a great job concentrating on the important stuff he was trying to tell me.
He wandered pleasantly off-subject (my forms, which were boring), chatting about the importance of art and music, the inequality of pay scales, the fact that he was a history major, his three kids, how he loves his job.
And then he told me about the defining moment of his life: the crazy rush of an enormous grizzly bear towards him and his brother on a gravel bar beneath Mt Denali in Alaska, how afterwards he came straight home and asked his girlfriend to marry him and then got his pilot's license, how nothing else was ever important again.
All in all it was a successful retirement meeting. No, better than "successful"...surreal...and from an art teacher that's high praise.