Posts Tagged Norman Oklahoma


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 the front […]

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Mr. Uhles’ Store

(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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Stupid, Evil Goat Heads and Sticker Wars

  Somebody posted a photo recently of a goat head, the evil nemesis of my youth. I cannot hardly express how much I hated those things. 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 […]

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Black Cats, Oklahoma Ant Wars and Guy Fawkes Kabooms

  Yesterday was *Guy Fawkes Day, which they celebrate in New Zealand by shooting off fireworks. It sounded like we were  under fire from both flanks.  It was so intense that the Crack Puppy, never bothered by kabooms in the past, was a basket case. I was torn. On one hand, I wanted to scream […]

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There Was — and IS — Nobody Like Betty Pat Gatliff!

  When I was little, I’d see Betty Pat every Christmas Eve at Aunt Mackie’s. I have no idea how she fit into our family. As far as I know, she wasn’t actually kin, but she was like a celebrity or something. Most Christmas Eves, Betty Pat would arrive fashionably late and create such a […]

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Moms Make it Better

I need my M++ommy. It doesn’t matter than I am 58 years old. Or that Mom went to God in 1996. What matters is I have been down with lung gunk for three weeks now, and I need my Mommy. Because she always made it better when I was sick. Bad tummy? Dry toast and flat […]

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August in Oklahoma? Time for Murderous Two-a-Days

Other than war, there is nothing more traumatic, more hellish, than Two-A-Day football practices. Especially if they were in Oklahoma, under the brutal, scorching, relentless August heat, circa 1972-1974. I had not thought of Harve Collins in a million years.  But when we drove by there recently on my ‘Merican vacation, memories came flooding back. […]

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