Snap Judgments at 32nd
and Alder
3210 Alder Street in Eugene, Oregon
A trait
of mine is I tend to make decisions based on a feeling. I am also
usually quick to get a feeling about something or someone. I've
learned to trust and go with my gut and I'm usually able to make
quick decisions based on that. If you are someone I am going to like
or dislike I will generally know it within the first few minutes of
meeting you and it's all based on a feeling. I tend to be a logical
thinker and I have excelled in areas that require analytical thinking
but the truth is I most often react and evaluate based on feelings.
Even as a computer programmer I would know I'd written a good piece
of code because it would feel right. When an issue comes up or a
question arises I will get a feeling that says to me what's right or
not right well before I am able to articulate it. I find even after
thinking about it and or discussing it I still land on the side of my
initial feeling. This has mostly served me well over the years.
This feeling thing works in lots of ways. It used to drive my first
wife, Donna, nuts. I distinctly remember a time early in our
relationship when we were in a Sam Goody's record shop looking
through albums. I came across an album just released by Jeff Beck
called “Truth”. It was his debut album. I didn't know who he
was at the time. Yes, he had played with the Yardbirds and I knew of
the Yardbirds, but I was not aware that he had been one of the guitar
players that passed through that group. I picked up the album and
told Donna I was going to buy it because I had a good feeling about
it. She asked what I knew about it and I told her nothing but I had
a feeling it would be good. She tried to talk me out of it but I
bought it anyway. Well of course Jeff Beck went on to a long career
in Rock and the “Truth” album became a seminal album. The band
included Rod Stewart, “The Rod Stewart”, Ron Woods, more known as
a member of the “Rolling Stones”, as well as Mick Waller and
Nicky Hopkins who would both become known as notable musicians. The
album also contained cameo appearances by Keith Moon (The Who), and
John Paul Jones (Led Zeppelin). It was a great album for its time
and I still like it today. After we listened to the album Donna said
she couldn't believe how lucky I was. Exasperating as this was for
her I would continue to make decisions just based on a feeling that
would work. She never stopped thinking I was just lucky.
OK,
that ended up being a long lead into this next story of my time in
Eugene. I moved out from the Barrington Gang and the Villard house
and found a house to rent out on 32nd and Alder. The
house had 3 bedrooms and a two car garage that had been converted
into a studio apartment. A guy I knew, Tom, told me about the house.
He was living in the studio but he was going to be moving out in a
few months. Tom introduced me to the landlord and vouched for me.
The landlord lived in Eastern Oregon and rarely came to town.
Because of that he was looking for someone responsible, someone he
could trust to rent the house to. After chatting with me for a
little while I was able to fool him into thinking I was responsible
and he agreed to rent his house to me and my dog Nyshia. It probably
helped that I was a little older as most people looking for places to
rent in that area were students.
I moved
into one of the rooms and started looking for roommates. The first
person responding to my ad was Mark. Mark came by the house and we
talked for quite some time. Mark had recently split with his long
time girlfriend and was still trying to come to terms with that. We
talked most of the afternoon away as he told me about the breakup and
I related to his struggle and pain and shared with him the pain I
still felt from losing my first wife Donna. I liked him and had a
good feeling about him and he agreed to rent one of the rooms in
the house. I had been wanting to head out of town for a couple of
weeks before school started up again so I decided to leave the
decision of our third roommate up to Mark. Seemed reasonable, I pick
him so now he could get a chance to pick someone. I left town
leaving the roommate decision in his hands. When I returned I found
Mark outdid himself. He not only found me that third roommate but a
new second on as well. While I was gone Mark got an opportunity to
move in with one of his friends. With his current struggle of trying
to get over his old girlfriend he thought that it would be a good
idea to move in with an established friend, or at least an
improvement over moving in with me. I knew I shouldn't have told him
so much about me... Mark and I would go on to become good friends
and we are still good friends today.
Mark on U of O Campus
The two
guys Mark found for me were Rick and another Dave. (Rick was not
going to have too much trouble remembering our names.) Both Rick and
Dave were graduate students. Rick was from back east and frankly I
don't remember where Dave was from. Dave was a couple of years older
like I was, in fact, I think he might have been a year or two older
than me. I got a good feeling about Rick and we connected right
away. Dave and I, not so much. My initial feeling about Dave was
not a good one and this is maybe an example where relying on my
initial feeling was perhaps a disservice. Dave did not go out much
and seemed to be home in the house all the time. I found myself not
wanting to be around him and consequently I started spending a lot
more time in my room. Dave liked to talk. Once Dave started a
conversation with you it was hard to easily disengage. I did not
enjoy talking with him and avoided it as much as I could. In fact I
found myself not wanting to talk with him at all. I found him boring
and also a little strange, the kind of strange that maybe you didn't
want to get too close to. Dave's favorite evening activity seemed to
be the following: He'd buy 3 quarts of the cheapest malt liquor he
could find and drink them down. He'd then put on some loud music,
light some candles, and strip down to just a pair of shorts, or even
just underwear, and dance around the living room, sometimes holding a
spear. I don't know how to describe the music but it was not pop
music but was rhythmic with lots of drums. It was a sight to see and
a sight to avoid all at the same time. I'm sure Dave found me as
strange as I found him. I really never gave him a chance. That
initial bad feeling ruled. Whenever he asked me something about me
or what I was doing I would give an answer that I thought would most
quickly end the conversation. It didn't have to be truthful,
reasonable, or even make any sense. The only criteria was that it be
the quickest path to end the conversation. I kept my distance and
made sure he kept his.
I was
not very nice to Dave. I was a bad roommate to him. I wish I had
been more tolerant. Dave was different but it was not like he was a
bad person. He was just very different from me. Yes, he talked too
much and what he talked about didn't interest me but then I didn't
help by keeping the conversation one sided. I have a difficult time
letting myself engage with someone who I immediately get a bad
feeling about. Perhaps he'd have been interesting if I'd given him a
chance, or perhaps not. The thing is I slammed that door the moment
it opened. I like to think of myself as pretty open-minded as well
as a mostly nice person, but times like that remind me that I could
do better.
Gee Dave, I dont remember doing anything about roommates, I thought I was pretty much a blubbering mass of self pity but none the less, you provided me the shelter I needed, thanks so much.
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