I was getting my morning coffee when a pick up pulled into the parking lot with Idaho plates and an Obama sticker. When the guy came in, I asked where he was from in Idaho.
--You know where Lewiston is?
--Oh, yeah. I even know where Orofino is.
--Hell, that's where I'm from!
Ends up he served on the city council when my surrogate mom, Esther, was the mayor of Orofino. In fact, his mom is in the same rest home where E is now, on the lot once occupied by the infamous Lumberman's Bar, where I used to go when my best buddy Dick was still alive. It was great talking Orofino with this guy, don't often meet folks from Orofino. It's my favorite small town in the west.
It was in the Lumberman's Bar where I first met Dick's uncle, who when drunk would yell out endlessly, "Do you really knooooooooooooooooow???" which of course became the inspiration for my short story The Epistemological Uncle.
Small world.
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