(Book 1) The world was a better place when Wacker's, not Walmart, was the place to buy your stuff, especially at Christmas! The Wacker's in Norman was on the corner of Crawford & Comanche, sort of round the back from Main Street, in the low rent part of downtown. It was always busy. You had […]

(Book 2) When I wasn’t being a sheriff-cowboy, kicking Black Bart’s buttooskies and roping stampeding cows, I was showing off my Potawatomi heritage. That meant roaming the vast prairie at 851 Nebraska Street, wearing my Indian headdress and killing buffalo with my trusty bow and arrows. I think bow-and-arrow sets cost less than a dollar, […]

(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 Steve and I had snuck onto the hallowed […]

(FIRST BOOK!) Well before anyone knew about Global Warming, we had it on Nebraska Street. Trying to sleep during July and August in Oklahoma, back before air conditioning, was nearly impossible. Your PJs and sheets would get soaked in perspiration. The only respite came when the attic fan was on. It would suck outside “cool” […]

(BOOK 2!) I loved the 4th of July! Every year my Dad would buy a smallish bunch of firecrackers, smoke bombs, bottle rockets, Roman candles, sparklers, fountains and snakes.  And every year, my Dad, the Fireman or Fire Marshall, would give me The Speech. Thou shalt not: At this point, you are expecting me to […]

(FIRST BOOK!) The annual Lions’ Club Carnival always came to Norman in late April. It was tucked way back in the grotty, southwest corner of Main Street and the railroad tracks, and it must have attracted a million kids every year. Music and laughter and squeals of glee filled the air, along with the smells […]

(FROM FIRST BOOK) If you played football at Norman High in the early Seventies, you had to behave on and off the field, or risk getting benched, a fate worse than death. But after our senior football season in the fall of 1973, we grew our hair long and thought we had a licence, if […]

(BOOK 2!) Back before global warming, every year or two Norman would get enough snow to close the schools. And there would be MASSIVE REJOICING on Nebraska Street, at least from the kids. The Moms, not so much. Because they knew what it meant for them. “MOM, WHERE ARE MY <<insert 900 things you needs […]

(BOOK 2!) As a kid, I idolized Norman High football players as they strutted around Norman in their NHS letter jackets. When I finally got mine in 1974, I wore it pretty much every minute of every day! Sure, the wool collar rubbed my neck raw. And the body was a size too big. And […]

(Book 2!) Or at least you should have, considering I caught a whale of a lot of fish when I was growing up, mainly at Lake Thunderbird, plus the occasional trips to ginormous Lake Texoma. After my Dad left the Fire Department, he bought a modest tri-hull boat with a small Evinrude motor. It didn’t […]