The road goes ever on and on

And boy, does it ever.

I’m going to write about our adventure coming up I-35 from Dallas to Wichita . . . and about Hubby’s further adventures going on to Denver. He’s headed back here to pick us up today, despite the 8 inches of snow that the Denver area got last night, and we’re going to try to beat the ice storm that’s going to hit Oklahoma and southern Kansas. I want to just stay put here until Sunday, when the rain is supposed to stop. We’ll see what he’s willing to do, as he just keeps saying he is ready to get home.

We’ve seen a lot of interesting things–the Beechcraft factories and flying school and testing area for jets and prop planes, Old Town with brick streets that was established about 1851, the SuperTarget with the prescriptions my mother had to order for her bronchitis flare-up, the upscale McMansions here on the east side of town where they’ve been planted on former cornfields. Someone here has some new money, but none of the residents I’ve talked to can guess where it is coming from. The city very much reminds me of Frisco, Texas, an old former farming community where much the same type of sudden development has been happening over the past few years. It’s a nice enough place.

And southern central Oklahoma is really pretty! It gets a lot of bashing and bad press. I suspect the Native tribes are spreading bad propaganda about it to keep the government from coming along and taking the land away as they did everything else. (Norman, OK, and the OU campus occupy land that was originally given to a tribe “permanently” in the 1800s.)

If you get a chance to visit the Arbuckle Wilderness (there’s a tiger park with many tigers burning bright!) and Turner Falls, it’s worth the drive.

Otherwise, I’d rather be in Carmel/Pacific Grove . . . Big Sur . . . Key West . . . Vegas . . . the top of Lookout Mountain at Rock City . . . or any number of places. We’ve seen the arboretum, the art museum, the African American museum, and the river. Now my little charges are getting bored and are ready to go again. “Tough,” says the weather. Time to go home and put up the tree!

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Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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