Dave Frame:  

CLASS OF 1976
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Forest grove, OR

Dave's Story

In grade school and jr high I had several friends, but in high school, I didn't hang around too much with anyone. For one thing, I was from Corn town. You either went to Hillhi or F.G. after Neil Armstrong. So I wasn't too close to people in h.s. I kinda regret not getting to know some of you a lot better. My loss. But the main thing that changed me was one day a man told me I was born on the wrong side of the tracks and I would never amount to anything. Ive spent my life proving that man wrong. Sometimes whenI felt he was winning, I would turn to the bottle for courage or sympathy or maybe just an excuse. Then I would get mad and start out to prove him wrong again. It took a long time to finally realize that it didn't matter what that man felt about me, it was his problem and not mine.In fact it wasn't all that long ago I decided that. But since then I've had an interesting time. I moved over here to Wyoming, looking for a drier climate. Found it(6" of rain a year). Held some interesting jobs. Worked in a sugar factory,that was cool. Worked at H &P aviation until they started having problems. They were taking some shortcuts on their repairs so I left. You might of heard about them. Their wings started falling off. I was an engine mechanic though, not a structure tech, and I can say that those engines ran all the way into the dirt. I did lose a friend. I've also met some very interesting people over here. The town I live in (Basin) claims to have (almost) more millionairs per capita than any where else in the states. Farmers and ranchers! But they're down to earth people. I live about 12miles from a movie star, Wilford Brimley, and he's pretty cool. Ate breakfast next to him once while he spun out one of his yarns, and he's pretty funny. I've been invited out to his place, but I haven't gone yet. Don't want to go when all his groupies are out there. Now I'm working at a farmer's co-op and dealing with the ranchers and farmers directly, which is pretty laid back but still interesting. After a life time of being a workaholic, I'm kinda enjoying a little 'laid back'. Just got a little boat I'm fixing up. Gonna go out this summer and try out some of these world class lakes around here that keeps attracting all those celebrities from California. Speaking of California, how come you Oregonians are letting them thru the borders. You are supposed to stop them from getting past! It's getting to the point to where we can't hardly stand on the porch and take a leak anymore without someone driving by and waving and honking. Sure spoils a person's aim, all that racket. Them people are crazy! They come over here on vacation and like it so they move over, then want to change it so it's like back home. The last I heard, we have almost 600,000 people in the state. You can't hardly drive 10 miles anymore without seeing someone. Of course we all do our part to help control the population. Five or six years ago, I was working in Yellowstone Nat'l Park for the summer (that was a dream job) and I would help the tourists get closer to the wildlife so they could get better pictures (that wasn't really my job) and if they were from California or New York we would give them free pork chops and show them where the bear cubs were. That was fun. Those people are stupid. You gotta have some really fast stop action film when you're being held up in the air and shaken by the buttocks. Oh, and just to let you know if you do come to the Park, when you wander amongst the buffalo, when they wag their tails, it does NOT mean they are happy. ButI can't blame them though, it really is beautiful. After watching the weather back there this week, I don't have many regrets for moving here. I'm much better now than I have been in a long time. I hope that I didn't say or do anything to anyone in school that affected them the way that man affected me. I really mean that. If I did, I'm sorry. I would really like to hear from anybody who wants to get in touch, even if you don't think we were that close in school. Who knows, if I learn how to boat without drowning and you have vacation time coming, I still have a cooler full of pork chops. If you want to get in touch directly, my email is xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. Dave "Carebear" Frame I guess you have to get in touch with me thru here. they said I can't give out my email publicly. Carebear Well, it's almost April Dave's Day, and it looks like I get to see another spring time in the Rockies. Made it thru another winter with almost no damage. It was a pretty mild one except for two days when it decided to see if mercury would freeze. It hit 35 below zero. Ouch. We burned about a cord of wood that day. The neighbors were all out stealing each others dogs to put in their beds for foot warmers. I just lit the mattress on fire. Afterward, it warmed up to 10 degrees, and we all put on shorts and danced in the sunshine. Speaking of fools, I decided to get a couple baby calves this year, so now I have something to do in the dark before I go to work. I get to bottle feed them. My son is supposed to help, but I think he would rather sleep in sometimes. So to keep it interesting, I'm trying to teach the cows to do tricks like dancing and standing on their hind legs like lippazano stallions. My wife thinks I'm the perfect person to teach cows to dance. I'm not sure but I think there's an insult in there some where. Oh well, one of these days I'm gonna come up with a snappy comeback for that. I wish I could teach my horse some tricks,like standing still when I get on. I was gonna teach him to play dead, but Cindy hid all the bullets to my gun. When I first came over here, there was one old cowboy who had a great horse. He would ride to the bar, then send the horse back home. He only lived about a mile out of town. Well, he would drink three or four beers or ...Expand for more
so and when it was time to go home his wife would send the horse back to town to get him. The darned horse would come right in the bar and go to him. If he didn't get up right away the horse would start pulling on his sleeve. It was pretty funny. He called the horse his designated driver. Wouldn't sell him for a million bucks. Well, I've been on this classmates site for about three months now and I've been in touch with some old friends and I'm meeting some new ones. It's been pretty interesting. I want to thank all the ones that are stopping by and saying hi. Like I said befor, I wish I would've taken the time to get to know you better in school, but I got time now. So stop by and say hi once in a while. I'll update my ongoing saga in a couple months after I get my spring chores done and finish teaching these two dummies to dance. After all if Mr. Reece could teach a bunch of kids to square dance, cows should be a cinch. Later. Carebear. 27 April 09 O.K. Let's try this. Some have said they don't visit this site very often,but would like to get in touch, so my email address is davef at tctwestdotnet. (shh! it's a secret code! Don't tell anyone) 11 July 09 Hello boys and girls, It's finally summer here in the basin. For a while here it rained like I was back in Oregon. I can now say I've seen water running down the middle of the street that was headlight high on the old toyota. Got an inch and a half in 15 minutes, then next day there was no sign of it anywhere. That was one fourth our annual rainfall. Anyway, I left off with the calves. You can't make a square with three people,anyone in Mr. Reece's class will tell you that. So we got a third cow. I taught them the square dance, but when I wasn't looking, they taught themselves the line dance (right out the door, down the road and across the river). Took us almost a month to get them back, but hey, we saved on feed. Then we ran down to Denver last weekend and bought them a boyfriend. Now I don't have to go out to get BS, I have my own. Just had a birthday, turned 15 finally.(trying for deslexia here,the wife calls it lessd...never mind). Went in and seen the Doc for a checkup and tuneup. Anyone ever watch them ol' westerns where the town doc doubles as the town vet? Do yourselves a favor and don't go to a doc that wears a cowboy hat or wears rubber gloves that goes up to his shoulder. You just can't relax around somebody like that. It's like being in a room with a hooded cobra, you just don't want to turn your back on him. Anyway, about three years ago, my blood tests started saying bad things like I enjoy eating too much and enjoy salt and desserts and sugar and the fat in prime rib and things like that. I congratulated the doc on the accuracy of his little tests, but he took offense and then he got downright mean. He started telling me something about high blood pressure and stop eating everything I enjoy or that has any flavor whatsoever. Anybody ever eat a baked potato? I mean a. baked. potato. no butter (not margarine) sour cream, salt, pepper, nothing. Bon Appetite! So it's been three years of intense hatred towards my doc/vet. This year, my tests looked great, so he had to look harder to find something to complain about. You should have an ekg to check out your heart mr. Ed, I mean mr. Frame. So he said he would put me on the treadmill for no more than three minutes (what with my age and weight and beerbelly) to raise my heartrate a little. Ten minutes later, I finished third at the Belmont, and he seemed disappointed that I hadn't had a heart attack. So he had to look HARDER. I have this cute little mole on my back that I've been fond of ever since I can remember. He wanted it. I said no, it's mine. We argued for awhile. He said he should take a sample and check it for cancer. So, I grudingly said okay. He took it all! Then he seen my secret. I had a little tumor on my right cheek where I sit that I've been cultivating for a couple years now and he wanted THAT too. I tried to argue but there's just no winning an arguement when you're laying there in one of those stupid little gowns already on the table. So he calls in an audience to watch the great veteranarian in action. So there I am with my naked butt in the air while they're all taking turns staring up close and personal like I'm a new species under a microscope, so I started in with the Rodney Dangerfield routine, just to ease the tension I was feeling. He started in with the cutting and sewing and chatting away with his audience in awe and totally ignoring me. He had a "drip cloth" draped around the "site" to catch the blood, like a bib around a child or an old man to catch a dribble. But having nothing to tie it around, he kept trying to "tuck it in". But he wasn't having much luck. Here's how it went. He would keep chatting and cutting. He would go to "tuck the cloth in", I would then "clinch up tight", he would go back to chatting, I would relax and "drop the cloth",( I couldn"t help it), then it would start all over. After about a dozen times I got to laughing so hard I was shaking so bad he had to stop. He asked what was the matter, and I just told him not to ask me to relax cause it wasn't going to happen. It was like turning my back on a cobra. He didn't get it. By the time he started sewing the novacane started wearing off so I quit laughing. He wanted to look for other things, but I promptly jumped off the table and started getting dressed. I did have my wife there to make sure he didn't take anything he wasn't supposed to and didn't sew anything I wanted left open, but other than that I think she sided with the doc. She said it was a perfect lobotomy and I shouldn't worry abut a thing. Still, I think I'm gonna start looking for a doc that only wears DRIVING gloves and has a porsch instead of a horse. And so ends another episode of days of our lives.
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