DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE THE OREGON HOTEL MIGHT BE?

IF THAT ISN'T THE MOST MORONIC QUESTION I'VE EVER ASKED IN QUEST TO BE LITERARY IN MY OWN UNIQUE WAY I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY. BEST TO LEAVE OLD HOTELS ALONE, THE CHARM IS LONG GONE, THE TENANTS WHO KNEW ANYTHING WORTH SHARING LONG DEAD, SO WHAT ELSE MATTERS? SURE THE NAME MIGHT SEEM ROMANTIC FOR ANYONE WHO STOPPED IN WYOMING AND

LOOKED FOR AN APPRENTICE POSITION AS A JUNIOR COWBOY, BUT THAT'S ABOUT AS FAR WEST AS MOST THIRSTY DRIFTERS WOULD GO, DRIFTING WEST ANYWAY. HOW WOULD AND HOW COULD ANYBODY BUT A BUM END UP IN A DUMP CALLED THE OREGON HOTEL FOR SIX BUCKS A NIGHT? THERE WAS LOTS OF ROOM FOR NEGOTIATIONS, BE SURE ABOUT THAT. ONE THIN SURPLUS ARMY BLANKET WITH SEVENTEEN MOTH HOLES AND A SINK WORN SMOOTH BY YEARS OF PREVIOUS TRANSIENT'S FLESH SAVING MONEY SKIPPING A STOOL THAT FLUSHED CAMELS CIGARETTE BUTTS DOWN THE PIPES FOR A FINAL CRUISE DOWN THE SEWER RIVER. SPELL OREGON WITHOUT SKIPPING TOWN .