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?
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.
Another Peregrine Comment From The Prairie … The Happy Ending.
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Most of us, if we are normal, wish to be on the winning side of things. I surely do, it is my desire to obtain some kind of lofty status in life, to be on top of the pile, to drink up stream from the rest of the herd, to sit in the Cat Bird Seat of time. A position of great prominence and/or advantage.
Six words I hate: “The Government requires this of us.” Five words: “Will the defendant please stand.” And C: “Fill this out.”
“Even a determined heart cannot remove all problems of life, on the other hand, it would be awfully dull and boring, if everything went the way we wanted it to on most days.”