An Oregon Minute  For a moment there it seemed like all the
fighting had stopped. The tattooed punkers weren’t trying to
start trouble with the burned-out hippies. The drunken workin’
man wasn’t looking to kick the shit out of all the obnoxious
snowboarders, and the skier jocks actually stopped looking over
their shoulders to see who was making fun of them. What the hell
was going on? There was a calm in the air as everyone seemed to
share in the belief that we all belonged here and we’re all
mysteriously a part of something greater than we
couldunderstand.  I was confused with this shift in the social
climate and took another swill of my PBR in hopes that
everything would soon return to normal. It’s puzzling to see
folks harmonizing for no particular reason. I mean, I can see if
people just momentarily embraced one another’s humanity due to
some tragedy or global achievement, or even the World Series for
f-k’s sake, but it was just your average, overcast afternoon in
Oregon. I reflected momentarily and took