Rachel and I were standing outside in the August sun, waiting patiently on a woman to finish her cell phone conversation. She looked like an overdressed Flo, talked with a vernacular that could only be Alabaman, and made eye contact with us every thirty seconds holding up her index finger as if to say, “I’ll be right with you.” Continue reading EPOTM: Little, OK (The Bathroom Ghost)
Dimples slay me.
Regardless of race, age, creed, color or sexual orientation, dimples have always slayed me.
They were the first thing I noticed about Tori. The second was the fact that we were sitting at a picnic table talking to this sixteen year-old girl who had a hundred year-old soul. Continue reading EPTOM: Wewoka, OK (Or…How Tori is Getting Her Groove Back)
Everything about our visit with Willie Simpkins surprised me.
We felt we were too far into the Cromwell countryside to find someone, but there was a home that beckoned us. No one looked home when we pulled into Willie’s driveway, but he answered the door. And although his face looked like “no” was the inevitable answer to our key question, he said yes.
Continue reading EPOTM: Cromwell, OK (or Willie Simpkins and the Board of Education)
The bar stools in Pookie’s restaurant have sustained much more than the weight of those who have sat and eaten “burgers made with love” years on end.
They have held the weight of conversations about Boley exchanged by their occupants.
About the school closing three years ago. Continue reading EPOTM: Boley, OK
(click photo at left for full view) -CRINER, OK.
When we were driving into Criner the only thing my mom had been able to find out about the town from a quick LexisNexis search was that they had a Superfund site, and that there was a lady who got in an argument with her neighbors because her goats were…ahem, fornicating in her front yard and the neighbors didn’t much care to see this particular act of nature. So heading into town we were sort of hoping to talk to goat lady because we thought that story was hilarious, but as it happens we found someone else in town to tell us her story. Continue reading EPOTM: Criner, OK
