Posts Tagged Oklahoma


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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A Sad Thing Happened Today in New Zealand

It was crappy, cold, rainy weather. Bumper-to-bumper, rush-hour traffic on Blockhouse Bay Road, my thoroughfare going home. All I could think about was taking some Panadol, and crashing out with a heating pad on my aching neck. So much bloody traffic. Then I saw him. A really old man, broken down on the other side […]

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The Great Okie ‘Merican Vacation

  I’ve just finished my greatest vacation, ever, which was filled with miracles and beeg fun and TexMex. How great? Let me count just 10 ways. 1. That egg-sized tumor in the brain of my best buddy’s adult son actually turned out to be the size of a baseball. It was removed on June 18 […]

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The Amazing Power of a Christmas Tree

We agreed there would be no Christmas tree this year. Junior has been on tour, and he only just got back.  So spending $30-$40 on a tree for a week just didn’t make any sense. But, of course, we stopped at all the Christmas tree places on the side of the road.  Just to, you […]

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Thanksgiving Thoughts From Down Under

    I’ve been thinking about the Okie Thanksgivings of my youth in the 1960’s. And Dying Down Here in New Zealand, where it is just not the same, turkey notwithstanding. I really miss the “Turkeydays” of my youth, when you pulled the drapes shut tight to keep the bright sunlight out as you camped […]

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Tennessee Walkers and My Sister the Horse Whisperer

It’s been half a century, now, but I still remember that enormous Tennessee Walking Horse. We were at my Aunt Mackie’s house on West 24th, back when that was wayyyyyy out of Norman. I was maybe four or five, and probably about three feet tall. The Tennessee Walker was the biggest thing I had ever […]

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10 Reasons Why Bruce Springsteen Should Stay At My House When He Comes to New Zealand!

    1. I am an Okie Down Under, in Auckland, NZ, who has been tragically deprived of life-giving Bruce for two decades.  I need Bruce. I DESERVE BRUCE. 2. I have survived grief, depression, PR, rage, Asian Invasions and borderline insanity, thanks to the Boss’ healing music, which has also helped me do all […]

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