They do things a bit different, don’t they.

Sudden realization.

I came into full cognition at about age four.  Everything before that was a blur of eating oatmeal, sleeping, and pooping.  But at age four I quickly realized I was an Okie.  So that summer after reaching my fourth year living in Los Angeles, our family jumped into our 1937 Ford and drove to Oklahoma.  There we visited, I’m told, my Grandmother, uncles, Aunts, and a few cousins.  They spoke of Oklahoma as the motherland.  Home base, back home, and where watermelon is king.  What I didn’t understand was the little shacks away from the house where potty was dropped into a hole in the ground.  Where’s the bathroom I thought.  Where’s the flush handle?  Where’s the TP roll?  Why is this Sears Roebuck catalogue out here with pages missing?  “When are we going back to California?”

Published by Charles Oldenfatt the Curmudgeon

If I told you the truth about myself you would think what a wad of chewed gum stuck under a church pew I am. Dull. Ordinary .old and fat

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