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 the front […]

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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

  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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My Grampa’s Hat

I was never that much of a hat person. But thanks to the UV deluxe sunshine in New Zealand, and the hole it already burned in my head, I tend to wear a hat when I am outside. Sometimes it’s a baseball cap. But I prefer my straw fedora. I think maybe I like wearing […]

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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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