Goodbye, Old Mustang... but wait!

In October, 2014 we sold our 70 Mustang, which we'd owned for 24 years. We sold it to a dealer, who was buying for a collector car lot somewhere in Germany. We were ready for it to have a new owner. It was time.

On a lark, I tucked my name and phone number and a note with a little history of the car into the back of the owner's manual, thinking that perhaps some day I might learn what happened to it.

I got an email from them today! Below are some photos. It has landed in good hands, apparently an American couple. Fun to know what happened to it. It looks wonderful. It's been repainted to its original color, and it's now a Boss 302 clone. Looks very nice. Thanks to Michael & Lynn, of Munich, for their thoughtfulness in telling us about the next step in its life.

Three Stories about Why I May Give Up On Brick & Mortar Bookstores?

What's Wrong with Bookstores?

I checked out a local bookstore online and saw that they had a first edition of The Two Towers, by J.R.R. Tolkien. The price was out of my range, but I wanted to at least examine it, so I drove across town. They couldn't find it. The man offered to check with his father and get back to me. (I completely understand. I misplace two thousand dollar books all the time, too.) I left my business card, but I never heard from them. I went back a month later and he told me that he'd lost my card. And they hadn't found the book, either.

I asked about a particular type of map that I was looking for, but the man told me that he didn't have any of those. I browsed for about a half an hour, and found six of them.

"Say, I found some of those maps. See? How much are they?"

"Oh, we have those? I didn't know. Are they priced?"

If they were priced, I wouldn't be asking.

"No, they aren't marked."

"Well, then I don't know. I'd have to ask my Dad."

"Could you call him for me? You see, I live about 20 miles from here. I don't get back here often."

"No."

"Could I leave you my card, and you could have him call me or email me with his prices?"

Him: "Sure."

I left my card. You guessed it. They never called.

Another Store:

I'd been looking for a particular book about Portland's great flood of 1894. After more than a year of looking, I found one online.

"Hi, I'm calling about your book about the Portland flood of 1894."

"Is that online?"

"Yes. Is there a place I can pick it up, or do you only ship?"

"We don't have a storefront. We only sell online."

"Okay. Can I give you my credit card over the phone?"

"Well, it's not really for sale."

"It's not for sale? But it's on your website."

"Yeah, well. It was for sale. I think I'm going to keep it."

"Ahhh."

"I'm probably going to make copies and sell them. If you leave your name, I'll call you when it comes out."

I did.

He didn't.

I stumbled into a new bookstore in Portland. It was located in the basement of the Old Church. The electric sign over the door said "Open." I greeted the man behind the desk and offered to check my briefcase. (Some stores prefer this.)

"Sure. I guess. If you want to."

I looked around and found several items of interest. I mentally marked where they were, but didn't pack them around. It was a fascinating mix of things, not like things that I see in most bookstores. He liked the same sort of ephemera that I like. I knew I'd leave with several items.

After I'd been there three minutes, he spoke.

"Can I help you find something?"

"You have a great assortment of things here. I like a lot of your stuff. For the moment, I'd rather just look around."

"Cuz you see, I don't really like customers in here."

"I'm sorry. I wouldn't have come in, but your sign said open."

"Yes, well, I didn't really mean it. Actually, I prefer to sell online."

"So, even though the sign says "open," you don't want customers?"

"Exactly."

"Would you like me to leave?"

"Yes, please."

I left. What's wrong with bookstores? It seems that they don't like their customers, they don't know their inventory, and they really aren't interested in selling. And if they do sell, they want to do it online.

No wonder we're going online.

On Hunting, and Cougar Populations

Last year a hunter shot and killed a momma cougar in Oregon. The State spent thousands to feed and care for 3 baby cougars and then sent them to live in a North Carolina zoo. Not sure that I understand that use of funds.

1) Cougar populations continue to climb. Estimates are that we now have around 5,700 in Oregon, probably up 10x what we had 20 or 30 years ago.

2) I've never understood why cougar hunters who paid the state for the privilege of hunting cougars with dogs were replaced with professional, public payroll hunters who hunt cougars with dogs. Excuse me? Why is it okay for the taxpayer to pay for a public employee to hunt cougars with dogs, but it is not okay for private citizens to pay into the public coffers for the same privilege? If the act is wrong, is it better for us to pay someone to do it?

3) To increase the number of cougars killed, ODFW dropped the price for cougar tags from $50 to $10. Why did ODFW drop the price? Because we have too many cougars for the terrain to support. This pushes cougars into neighborhoods and increases predation on stock such as sheep and cattle. Despite this change, just 275 cougars are killed each year, less than 1 for every 100 tags sold. That means that $1,000 goes into state coffers for each animal taken. The money is used for wildlife management.

4) Frequently, when cougars are killed in neighborhoods, they are skinny, even starving. Yet it seems to me that some people would rather have cougars die of starvation, or 1,000 deer die to feed cougars, than for one person to legally take a cougar with a rifle. Don't understand that one.

5) Anti-hunters, who feel that it is cruel to hunt animals, for some reason are happy to threaten hunters with violence. I've never understood why some people are anti violence against animals, but pro violence against people.

6) It would be nice if all the people who decry the "slaughter of innocent animals," were vegetarians. But I doubt if they are.