I arrived in Augustus Oregon, having returned home from journeys that diverged and meandered over roads less traveled. My birthplace, my first love, my sanctuary, Augustus Oregon is unique in all the world because it is and always has been a small, quiet town that has managed to prosper and evolve while civilization at large appears to unravel under dubious regimes and nefarious state players.
My homecoming, marked by celebratory events, included a gathering of friends and family at Jake’s Tavern and Town Hall, fabulous drinking and eating establishment that also serves as a central location for conducting town hall meetings. Amber ale filled steins, whiskey glasses held single malts, and vast platers of grilled meats and vegetables adorned every table. Everyone wore broad smiles on their faces and engaged themselves in friendly conversations and the swapping of wild yarns from the early settlement years. All had a good time.
Home once again, I felt grand and loved, but the back of my mind reminded me of the days to come. There was no escape from the debriefings that lie ahead before the Township Council. I filed extensive field reports of my travels to avoid a long series of debriefings by the Township Council. However, I knew too well that specific events I encountered during my journeys would require more in-depth discussions and analysis, in particular, those events that involved the escalation of territorial disputes in the South China Sea and the nuclear arms posturing between the United States and Russia.
For now, I was content celebrating with food and drink in the company of my friends and family.