Okies with English as a second language.

We were not great communicators. We often responded to others inquiries with volumes of silence. Few words would come from our lips spontaneously. We Okies were slow to think and slow to reply. Mostly because we seldom spoke out loud to say anything. All of which is characteristic of southern Oklahoma red dirt Okies. OurContinue reading “Okies with English as a second language.”

An apple for the teacher for sure.

A poem By Charles A. Third grade. I found a nickel I reached deep into my jeans pocket. And I found a nickel at the bottom. It was a complete surprise. Mom had recently washed and ironed these faded blue dungarees So how it kept from following out and Into the wash tub was almostContinue reading “An apple for the teacher for sure.”

A tale of two neighborhoods.

It was the best of times and the worst of times. It all started out in our little working class community in East Los Angeles. Located between the B. F. Goodrich tire factory on the west end and the Edison high tension power lines on the east. About two miles from end to end. SeeContinue reading “A tale of two neighborhoods.”

Disclaimer.

As you may have noticed… Yours truly has no clue about editing, spelling, grammar, or anything to do with written communications. Here’s why. I was born to Okie parents. Parents from the hollers of red dirt Oklahoma. I have no idea how I made it through my English and Literature classes when growing up inContinue reading “Disclaimer.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8

Let me know if you know how to hypnotize a chicken. Just raise your hand if you do. It’s not easy. It’s a combination of laying on of hands and having a strong will. The chicken needs to know you are completely in charge. A steady unwavering gaze into the chicken’s eye and steady whisperingContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8”

Okies make lousy sailors.

They spend too much time on firm ground. Never having to pitch one way or the other in order to steady themselves. . I discovered this early on growing up Okie in Los Angeles. My dad wasn’t able at all to use a sextant or read star charts or navigation map. My Okie mother neverContinue reading “Okies make lousy sailors.”

You shouldn’t not do this ever never.

no hablo español. I have tried since I was fourteen to learn and speak Spanish and it just doesn’t stick. But I know why. You might think I’m a bit loopy but believe me no hablo español. The Hispanic gods have cursed me. Let me explain, I grew up in the Latino section of LosContinue reading “You shouldn’t not do this ever never.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, chap 3.

To remind you once again I am the Chicken Whisperer. I’d rather be Sky King but I wear glasses. Sky King doesn’t wear glasses. Howdy Dooty doesn’t wear glasses. The Creature from the Black Lagoon doesn’t wear glasses. Never the less, I am Overlord and Sovereign of the chicken yard located behind our backyard. SoContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, chap 3.”

The first in a series. Butchy the Chicken Whisperer.

Butchy the chicken whisperer He doesn’t like to compare himself to Harry Potter but Butchy the chicken whisperer has mesmerizing powers over his following of chickens. Three in all. All Rhode Island Reds named Manny, Moe, and Jack. A trio of cluckers who think they have special divining powers to find buried treasures. After allContinue reading “The first in a series. Butchy the Chicken Whisperer.”

Who needs an ordinary Taco Truck?

So here is my idea for a food truck. Make it local.  Make it Oklahoma.  Historical recipes taken from my southern Plaines ancestors.  Recipes handed down from generation to generation. It would be called “The Big Bean Boy.”  Fresh ingredients grown local.  Brown beans, onions, garlic, chicken broth, buttermilk, and cornmeal.  A food truck forContinue reading “Who needs an ordinary Taco Truck?”