Well, then feel my face.

Bedside Manner? I have discovered there are loonies in the medical profession. Just as much as any other profession. Cashiers, firemen, and even teachers. The first loony was a well-spoken woman physician Assistant I happened to be assigned to when in for a general medical. I knew something was wrong when I discovered she wasContinue reading “Well, then feel my face.”

Latino extraordinaire 

  Let’s just call her Julie.  A 21-year-old Latina who was born in America to Mexican immigrants.  She is now enrolled in a nearby four-year university on her way to becoming an interpreter for the deaf and blind.  She should graduate in 2025 with a BA degree.  And is bilingual.  Fluent in both English andContinue reading “Latino extraordinaire ”

He wore his glasses on the end of his nose.

Walter the genius boy. It was fall 1963 and I had just transferred from a junior college in Los Angeles. Transferring to a small private college in Oklahoma City. I did this in part to get out of L A plus my cousin, a recent grad of this small school, thought it could work forContinue reading “He wore his glasses on the end of his nose.”

Shakey’s pizza went down

It was a Saturday June 8, 1974. I had just gone on the air at radio station KXXO in Tulsa. My shift started just before six PM. The news services teletypes were clicking and dinging . Weather was the big news at the moment. So my shift started out just reading weather bulletins. The fullContinue reading “Shakey’s pizza went down”

What is that little shack out in back.

posted by Chuck Ayers No quarter moon on this privy. We California Okies would sometimes visit our Aunt Minnie. Aunt Minnie was my mother’s older sister. Minnie lived just off the county road between Love and Carter County, Oklahoma. South of metropolitan Wilson, Oklahoma. A once upon a time oil and gas boomtown. Now withContinue reading “What is that little shack out in back.”

I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.

The Golden State/Sooner State connection. Having grown up in a tiny house near a major industrial area in Los Angeles, we were just down wind from the B F Goodrich tire factory. Almost in the shadow of the Willard Battery water tower. Just north of the railroad tracks near the Union Pacific switching yards. AContinue reading “I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.”