Dirty Yellow Dawg Democrat in The Slow Lane ….

sarcasm

Oklahoma Indians are advertising their casino off the Interstate (Remember when they sat on the side of the road and sold you their trinkets?  Those days are long gone).  “Luck has no limits, a winner every seven seconds.”  Is how the sign reads.  So if this is true (which I sincerely doubt) why do we have all these expressions in our social vocabulary?

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Little Buddies …

best buddies

Something about summertime that stirs the imagination and invigorates the soul. Stealing off and skinny-dippin down at the Cimarron River, if mama ever knew, the lickin I would have received. Special days and times, now so precious to me.

Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter. Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honey-suckle in the air, Daddy turning on the sprinkler, letting us run thru it in our underwear. Falling asleep in my Grandpa’s lap, to the sound of his pocket watch ticking in his vest. Angel Food Cake on the counter and a silver fork in my hand.

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