Posts Tagged Oklahoma


La-Z-Boy — Recliner or Magical Tardis?

We are in the process of decluttering our house of 18 years, as we prepare for retirement. This blog is not about THAT. We are in no way prepared to get into THAT. But we are happy to write about the La-Z-Boy. Because, damn, ya’ll. A sister here in NZ asked us to store her […]

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Back Yard Oklahoma Fun Before There Were iPods

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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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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Never a Horse Whisperer

  It’s been more than 50 years ago, but I still remember that 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. That Tennessee Walker  was the biggest thing I had […]

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