When I was about 5, my father had a teaching job in La Grande Oregon. Luckily, he got a job in the Portland area and we moved the next year, but every time I drive thru La Grande along I-84, I think about what could have been...the pickup, gun rack, country music and cowboy boots. Heck, I could have been a professional rodeo-er...or a rodeo clown (probably a clown).