(MORE Memories of an Okie Boomer...) Imagine letting your kids dress up in weird costumes and walk around the neighborhood, unsupervised and at night, collecting candy from complete strangers. What could possibly go wrong? But nothing ever did back in the day, when kids were safe, free was good, and none of us on Nebraska […]

(From MORE Memories of an Okie Boomer -- Book 2!) I had dreamed about it my whole life: running onto Owen Field as a Norman Tiger. I finally got to do that my Junior year at Norman High, and it was the most exciting thing I had ever done. As little kids, my best friend […]

Every year when September nears, my mind is flooded with memories from the Sixties, when I attended brand-spanking new Cleveland Elementary and spent a lot of time in Mr. Sullivan's office. I was known to talk too much in class, make the girls squawk, and maybe take the obnoxious boy thing to unacceptably high levels. […]

(First Memories Book) Most of my "Memories" are from when I was littler. But with brutal summer football practices approaching, now's the time to share this one... SURVIVING TWO-A-DAYS WAS AN ABSOLUTE MIRACLE Other than war, there is nothing more traumatic, more hellish for a young man, than Two-A-Day football practices. Especially in Oklahoma's brutal […]

(From Book 1) As a kid in Norman, you knew that when it rained, it poured. I remember water gushing out of our new house's downspout so hard that it ripped up the Bermuda grass. Sometimes, the rain and hail would overwhelm the gutters, and sheets of water would come over the side. If you […]

(This Memory is from the Okie Boomer's reporting years in Texas) I must have seen a million Willie Nelson concerts when I was a reporter in Waco back in the 80s. It even feels like I knew him personally, because I interviewed so many people who did. Like Marge Lundy, who was one of those […]

(FIRST BOOK) I may have implied in the previous Memory that defensive players like me were never allowed to hit Dean Blevins because of the Pink Quarterback dress he always wore. That's not entirely true. I did pole-axe him one time in the meeting room. I wasn’t made a starter for Norman High until I […]

I’m driving back from town with take-away dinners. I slam on the brakes on our gravel road when I see a dead ferret in the road. Why? Because they pose a serious threat to our wildlife! And every year, Hunting and Fishing NZ stores host a contest that gives away $45,000 in goodies to customers […]

MORE Memories of an Okie Boomer (Book 2) When I was growing up, our family’s Thanksgiving ritual was more carefully planned and executed than the Battle of Normandy. A couple of weeks before Halloween, my Mom would buy a frozen turkey about the size of our German Shepherds and harder than a bowling ball. Then […]

Hobos used to be sort of like leprechauns in downtown Norman. We talked about them a lot, but nobody ever saw one. One time a guy told me that the awful smell at the annual Lion’s Club Carnival, held on the southwest corner of Main Street and the railroad tracks, was a Hobo who’d been […]