Monthly Archives: June 2019

…that’s what sara told me when my cousin’s cat was rubbing his face all over her legs yesterday. warren asked me to feed his geckos, check on the cat, and bring the mail inside while he’s away. sara asked me “what’s the cat’s name?” i told her “that’s rocky.” he was purring. sara said “he’s so soft!” they hit it off right way and pledged their love for each other. i swear they almost exchanged phone numbers before i intervened.

we’re really making the most of our week with sara. since saturday afternoon we’ve seen old shawnee days, tasted foo’s fabulous frozen custard, jammed on guitar and ukulele, explored a pirate cave, stormed a castle, and ransacked an army surplus store. before the week is over we’re gonna hop a streetcar, and ride it to an arcade.

my dad taught me how to play my first chords on the piano and the guitar. he showed me how to shift gears in a truck with a 3 speed on the tree. i could always count on dad to wake me up to watch the treasure of the sierra madre with him every time it was on tv. sometimes it wouldn’t air until 3am. happy birthday dad, i love you.

the tide came in all the way to oklahoma this week when jimmy buffet played the BOK center in tulsa monday night. my sister and her family soaked up big screen tropical sights, danced to the beat of kettle drums, and partied with thousands of parrot heads on a portable beach.

a guy walks into homer’s with a plastic turkey… actually it was my friend, jeri. i have no idea where he got the bird, but he was more than happy to be in a photo with it. later that same day i met an artist who introduced himself as scribe. he was painting a huge fish on the side of the post office.