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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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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So, we need to be somewhere and have just 15 minutes to write and post a blog. That is the challenge. We are not sure what the topic should be. Possibly jihadist terrorism. Or ducks. Or Bruce Springsteen. Or the Terrible Twosome. Yes, we will write about the Terrible Twosome, my childhood best friend Steve Madden, […]
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(WARNING: reading this blog could give you hypoglycemia) I honestly don’t know why Mr. Uhles put up with us. He ran the neighborhood store that was exactly 79 steps from my best friend Steve Madden’s front door on Nebraska Street. We went there so often we wore a trail along Berry Road to Mr. […]
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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 […]
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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 premature 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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Before there were iPods and iPads and computer games, there was the back yard tetherball pole and high jump pit. Back in 1968, when I was 12 years old, I spent hours and hours and hours playing tetherball — trying to develop the perfect serve. But the really serious athletic training involved the high jump. […]
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