You bet it's Baker
What are we thankful for this Thanksgiving?
That we aren't the editorial board of The (La Grande) Observer or The (Ontario) Argus Observer or even The (Portland) Oregonian.
Because penning opinions for any of those fine publications would come at too high a price: not living in Baker City.
All of us should be thankful for our little corner of the world.
Sure, the economy is slow. This isn't a place to come make a fast buck in business. You can't make a killing, but you can make a living.
But that's what Baker City and Baker County are about not the newest and latest, but the tried and true. The population hasn't grown, but it hasn't collapsed, either. We keep on keeping on, and in the meantime, we live a life that truly is the envy of the nation.
Can you walk down Main Street and wear out your wrist waving to acquaintances, new and old?
Can you plunk down in a cozy chair in the library with a good book and the Powder River rolling by and not sigh with satisfaction?
Can you attend a youth sporting event and not renew bonds with the same parents of the same kids your kids played last year?
And can you stand outside on a clear day (and we have plenty by comparison to our nation's population centers) and breathe a lungful of clean air with an eyeful of snowcapped mountain and not only think, "Hey, it could be worse," but "Hey, how could it be better?"
Set aside imbroglio X and peccadillo Y and huff n'puff Z. You are living the small town American dream that far too many of our countrymen have sacrificed in the name of progress.
We're thankful for our sometimes sleepy little town and the cast of capable men and women (and characters) who populate its streets and lanes.
You must be, too, because there's no other reason to stay here otherwise. Baker City: Love it or leave it.
You're still here.
We'd count that as reason enough to be thankful.