I could tell by his face that he wasn’t inclined to speak with Rachel and I.
Our first official “no” was discussed as we exited the driveway. Glancing back at the two-story white house, I knew the owner had a story to share. But there were hints of physical frailties, and wrinkles on his brow that, coupled with his own perspective, kept those stories from strangers. Continue reading EPOTM: Payne, OK
As Rachel and I sat on a porch in Dibble, on another porch in Criner, and in the living room of a couple who had been married 65 years in Payne, we weren’t aware of something that had been happening. Our brains had been filling up with stories of the Oklahomans with whom we were interacting. They were filling up with the histories, and mysteries, of those we had just begun to know. Continue reading EPOTM: Preview of Dibble, Criner and Payne, OK
