Guthrie in my rearview mirror
I have enjoyed our stay in
Oklahoma, the sky is big, the land is flat with oil running underneath, the earth shakes with fracking, and the wind is ever present.
In this little town, the buildings are old and stately, the streets are brick, the history is palpable. The folks here are friendly, they even say y'all.
I will miss eating at the local establishments, Staples' famous steaks and football-size baked potatoes, Katy's huge pancakes that hang over the edge of the plate.
The fabric store sells western material picturing cowboys and Indians, they invited me to come and sew along in the shop. The lady at the local yarn shop tried to interest me in some OSU orange, I told her that we liked Tennessee Orange. More friendly folks, tried to get me to come on in and sit a spell and knit with them.
Oklahoma is history for
now, heading East to Georgia
mountains and home and family. Hurry up Buddy and finish your job so you can
So long, Guthrie, in my rear-view mirror.