You All Know I Have Terminal Cancer

Quality Of Life Is The Sum Total Of The Fairness Of Our Tax Structure; The Caliber Of Our Homes; The Cleanliness Of Our Air And Water; And The Provision Of Affirmative Assistance To Those Who Cannot Assist Themselves. True Quality Is Absent If We Allow Social Suffering To Abide In An Otherwise Pristine Environment.

You All Know I Have Terminal Cancer—and I Have A Lot Of It. But What You May Not Know Is That Stress Induces Its Spread And Induces Its Activity. Stress May Even Bring It On. Yet Stress Is The Fuel Of The Activist. This Activist Loves Oregon More Than He Loves Life. I Know I Can't Have Both Very Long. The Trade-offs Are All Right With Me. But If The Legacy We Helped Give Oregon And Which Made It Twinkle From Afar—if It Goes, Then I Guess I Wouldn't Want To Live In Oregon Anyhow.

Oregon Is Demure And Lovely, And It Ought To Play A Little Hard To Get. And I Think You'll Be Just As Sick As I Am If You Find It Is Nothing But A Hungry Hussy , Throwing Herself At Every Stinking Smokestack That's Offered.

Heroes Are Not Giant Statues Framed Against A Red Sky. They Are People Who Say: This Is My Community, And It's My Responsibility To Make It Better.

You And I Shouldn't Claim We Love Oregon More Than Anyone Else, But That We Love Oregon As Much As Anyone. Our Thoughts Today, And Our Deliberations To Come, Must Spring From Our Determination To Keep Oregon Lovable And To Make It Even More Livable.