Deep in the Boeing archives, documentary footage exists indicating that perhaps the first engineers at the company did not quite grasp how to put a plane in the air. Some might argue that they still don’t. In unrelated news, Miss Esther Whippersnapper of Broken Arrow, Oklahoma won the […]
McDonald’s was the pivotal food-purveyance establishment where all the young uns developed life-long addictions to fried, processed, protein-void food that would ensure we would grow up to line the pockets of the healthcare industry. (We didn’t know squat about “healthy eating” back then. When you were hungry, you […]
Picture it. Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. Late 70’s, early 80’s. We didn’t have any money. And GO… 1. The fact that I would go out in public looking like I did in the photo above. Some of us led sheltered lives. And some of us marched blithely into […]
A few months ago, I wrote a rambling (surprise!) piece that ended with a recounting of a wretched day at baseball practice during my tender youth. (You can find said piece here. If you choose to visit, be sure to read the comments as well. It’s another shining […]
So, as Thanksgiving rolls to a close, I thought I’d share a few random thoughts as I sit here, fingers on keyboard. A few of these bits have been mentioned before, some of them have not, but such are the musings percolating from my brain as the turkey […]
In the 70’s, my mom and stepdad were best friends with a couple that somehow managed to get ownership of this big chunk of land east of Broken Arrow, OK. I know those folks didn’t have a lot of money, so how they pulled it off was a […]
It’s 1981, late summer, a few weeks away from the start of my junior year in high school. My friend Stephanie (I think it was Stephanie, a little fuzzy on that, but I’m fairly certain) had convinced me to join her on a mission to obtain gainful employment. […]
It all started with a bicycle and a random gaggle of neighborhood boys. Bicycles were cool. You simply had to have one if you wanted any kind of street rep. There was no discussion on the matter. If you did not have a bicycle, your rank in society […]
Continued from Previous Post… So anyway, I managed to survive my first attempt at emancipation relatively unscathed. I’m sure there was punishment of some kind, since there was always an intricate system of checks and balances in my childhood, especially when Dad was around. Any time you […]
1. Lik-A-Stix This treasure came in the form of three connected paper pouches, filled with what was essentially colored and flavored sugar, and then this long, flat “stick” that looked like somebody had stepped on a piece of chalk. You took the stick, tore the opening strip off […]
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