Our August vacations 1950 to 1963. Being the low man on the vacation totem pole my dad got his vacation time off in August. The hottest month of the year. Most of our annual vacations were driving to Oklahoma from Los Angeles. This was pre-Interstate on the southern route going through Yuma through southern Arizona,Continue reading “Stay on your side of the car. You’re touching me.”
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Okie poet society, a poem.
Red Dirt Poetry. By Okie beyond borders Dusty winds whistled about Through the baren leafless trees. The rusty sandpaper sky hung over the horizon like a theater backdrop As if In a John Steinbeck novel. Shuffling and searching in the foreground for whatever meager sustenance there possibly could be Were silhouettes of three searchers. Billy,Continue reading “Okie poet society, a poem.”
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