Posts Tagged Oklahoma memories


OKLAHOMA BUG WARS & LOCUST BOMBS

It’s still summer in New Zealand. Every now and again, when I have a wander into the primordial jungle out back, I find a locust husk (or shell… what do you call those things they hatch from?). And every time, my childhood memories come pouring back. We had a mimosa tree in our front yard […]

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SPOILER ALERT — Top 10 Hogs Blogs from 2015

(Happy New Year from New Zealand!  Here are our favorites from 2015, with the more serious ones at the bottom. Cheers.)   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 […]

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The 15 Minute Blog — Remembering The Terrible Twins of Norman Football

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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Stupid, Evil Goat Heads and Sticker Wars

  I cannot tell you how much I hated goat heads. If you grew up in Norman, Oklahoma, you didn’t wear shoes during the summer. Every now and again, you’d step on those suckers. They’d stab you right in your heal, and bury the “horns” to the hilt. When you tried to rip them out, […]

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My Grampa’s Hat

I love fedoras, probably because my Grandpa wore one, and he looked pretty cool when he did it. Not “Clark Gable” kind of cool.  Just “I am an old guy and I know that, deep down, you think I look cool in this hat.”

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Missing the Big Red Cotton Bowl!

  I cannot tell you how much I would rather be at the Cotton Bowl tomorrow than here in New Zealand. I would gladly trade my clean, green, primordial back yard for the smell of deep fried everything and the creepy, booming, non-stop chatter of Big Tex. I would make the ultimate sacrifice of drinking […]

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Speed Demon From an Early Age

  I was never a petrol-head. Probably because I could not afford it. But I was into fast machines on wheels, big time, when I was a kid. I am told that my mother rued the day that she gave me a pedal car. It was a fire truck like the one above, of course, […]

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