Also of note: There were over 120 whale sightings in Depot Bay July 2023. There had only been like 23 in July 2024. Wildlife employee said nobody is exactly sure why the numbers are so low this year. That it’s possible they are staying further up north, and that OSU’s marine biology department was planning on investigating the matter using heat signature radar to detect wales as they expel water from their spouts to determine the actual numbers and whether or not they are staying further away from the shore.
The Oregon City Municipal Elevator continues to operate as one of only 4 municipal elevators in the world and "Elevator Street" remains the only "vertical street" in North America.
Would tractor-using buck reading a farewell letter from his escort be a deer john with a dear john on a John Deere?
I have no idea, but I'm certain that there's a hit country western song to be written using that line.
I found her dear john, on my John Deere. She left it on my tractor, I couldn't even ask her Why she took off from here. She plowed my heart like I plow my fields Now I'm drownin' in my tears Since I found her dear John, on my John Deere.
Great start. You’re going a couple more verses and a bridge incorporating whiskey and a dog named Buck.
Also need to add in something about his mama, trains, trucks, and prison if I want it to be the perfect country song.
Actually looks like someone beat me to this years ago. Sad. https://berkleyhart.com/track/2074175/dear-john-john-deere Not surprisingly, whiskey-based drunkenness features prominently.
Sorry, man. I thought you were heading to the big time. Oh well, living in Nashville would kind of suck.
Had it stuck in my head, so I've expanded... Ain't no doubt that a farmers life is tough Always up at dawn, workin' to the bone tryna make sure we have enough Thought I had me a partner, on whom I could depend 'Till this mornin', it all came to an end... When I found her dear john, on my John Deere. She left it on my tractor, I couldn't even ask her Why she took off from here. She plowed my heart like I plow my fields Now I'm drownin' in my tears Since I found her dear John, on my John Deere. These fickle fields rarely give more than they take No time to cry, gotta dry my eyes, and push through my heartbreak But I can't help but wonder, as this diesel engine roars If this farming life means I'm missing out on more... 'Cause I found her dear john, on my John Deere She left it on my tractor, I couldn't even ask her Why she took off from here. She plowed my heart like I plow my fields Now I'm drownin' in my tears Since I found her dear John, on my John Deere. Did she ever give me warning? Did I never hear her cry? Did I never pay attention? Do I really not know why? I found her dear john, on my John Deere She left it on my tractor, I couldn't even ask her Why she took off from here. She plowed my heart like I plow my fields Now I'm drownin' in my tears Since I found her dear John, on my John Deere. Song-writing is hard. Don't know how @barfo does it.
I plunder from others massively by just changing a few words. I couldn't in a million years do something like you just did. barfo
