Archive for the .Oklahoma Memories Category


Lincoln Park Zoo — Better’n Star Wars for Kids in the Sixties

My niece in OKC frequently takes her chillens and their cousins to Lincoln Park Zoo. Even though they were raised on Harry Potter and Disney World, they love going to the zoo. I think that’s great, but, really, there is no way a zoo trip can be as awesome to them as it was to […]

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NHS Grandstand Boozers And Alvan’s Army

I was not much of a joiner at Norman High School. I played football, and that was about it. But I was a proud member of two organisations that will go down in infamy: the Grandstand Boozers and Alvan’s Army. Both involved massive amounts of basketball, testosterone and adult beverages. Not necessarily in that order.

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My Buddy Dallas — The Baddest Bull in the Ring Ever

I went to Cleveland Elementary School, and we won Norman’s unofficial  city championship in 1967 when I was in sixth grade. We had some great players, including a kid named Dallas.  Appropriately enough, he wore a beat up old Dallas Cowboy’s helmet. It looked like somebody had beaten it with different colored baseball bats and then […]

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Mr. Uhles’ Store

( I honestly don’t know how Mr. Uhles put up with us. He ran the neighborhood store that was exactly 79 steps from my best friend Steve Madden’s house on Nebraska Street. We went there so often we wore a trail along Berry Road. We loved his store, but we hated his asphalt parking lot. […]

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Whipped With a Hankie

My Great Grandma Ashley wasn’t big as a minute. So when she threatened to whip me, I wasn’t scared, even at age three or four. Besides, when she threatened to swat me, she was smiling that sweet old lady smile, and brandishing her embroidered hankie — that’s what she was going to whip me with.

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What a Good Man Looks Like — Bob Barry, Jr

The older you get, the more you understand how hard it is to find a “good man” in this life. The outpouring of emotion this week in Oklahoma, following the tragic death of TV sportscaster Bob Barry, Jr., proved that in spades. I honestly encourage you to have a look at “BBJ’s” memorial service, which […]

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Backyard Olympics — High Jumping Against Dick Fosbury

Back in 1968, when I was 12 years old, I spent hours and hours in a grueling high jump competition with Dick Fosbury. Okay, technically, Dick was winning gold at the ’68 Olympics in Mexico City, jumping an insane 7-4 1/4. But in my mind, Dick was doing his revolutionary Fosbury Flop in my back […]

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