|Downtown Tulsa, Oklahoma|
Tulsa just keeps getting better and better every time I visit. I left there in the 1980 because there was nothing there for me--very conservative and narrow-minded people. If you were different in any way, people looked at you with suspicion. Instead of playing baseball or football, I played soccer. Instead of being a stoner or party animal, I was a fencer. When I got into high school, a lot of my friends were from Viet Nam -- newly arrived. I was on the first unofficial soccer team in high school, and half of the guys were Vietnamese. Great athletes and even better students! I also found a place on the Tulsa YMCA Fencing Team. Mostly a mixture of attorneys, graduate students, ballet dancers, and anthropologists--I was young and very impressionable--I also learned a mixture of French and Italian as the team was international, and often my lesson were in French, and after Friday Night Practice, we adjourned to a local pizza place near TU (University of Tulsa) which was more or less an international student hang-out--and drank beer. I had a dear friend from Ireland, Lorcan Crosgrove, just a few years older than me (I was the baby of the bunch) that made me laugh until I cried. I miss him terribly - he was killed in a plane crash in all places, Tucson - a few years before I moved there back in 1999.
We frequented Arnies Bar, which you see in photo above. Its location was on 15th Street and its since moved to the Blue Dome District. But the sign above is the original... Lorcan's brother owned the bar for awhile after Arnie died.
|Woody Guthrie Archive and Museum, in Tulsa|
|University of Tulsa McFarlin Library, circa 1897|
|Grandparent's house and my Father's childhood home - Tulsa, Oklahoma|
|Osage Spirit Trail, which was old rail line through Tulsa Town|
|Through the Oil Patch and on to Skaitook, Oklahoma|