Hey Bc,
    Had to laugh when I read your comment about being stuck in Oklahoma ....

    I spent 4 months in Purcell OK back in 1977.

    Was planning to stop in Purcell to visit a friend I had met at a Libertarian event in S.F.,
( he'd moved to Purcell to build a house), while driving cross country to Boston ....

    My VW blew a valve and had to be towed to a hellhole garage in Norman that was staffed
by the guys from deliverance, and I was stuck there for weeks while they rebuilt the engine.

    I stayed with my friend in Purcell for a week, but fled his joint when I found out that he was a
dedicated Satanist with all the trappings and accouterments when he wasn't flipping burgers at Ruby's on I- 35.....

    I landed at the OTHER motel in Purcell ... Love's.

    I rented a small trailer, ( She had rooms, trailers, apartments, and spaces for RV's), from Love,
the 80 year old pistol packing broad who owned the place .... she broke down and and bawled
about her son just dying while showing me the trailer ...

    So, being broke, and having a dead car, I offered to help her out by managing the motel for her
while she recovered and found another replacement for her dead son who used to run the dump.

    Many of Love's slightly demented relatives also lived there at the motel and in the main house
... hangers on, living off the old gals $$, waiting for her to join her son so's they could divvy up the loot.

    So ... I'm managing, and humoring the dodgy relatives, and avoiding the Satanist, when one of the
motel maids takes a fancy to my Boston accent and Surf City all over tan ... she starts showing up at the
door to my trailer at very late hours, so I oblige her with some bi-coastal finesse in the meat department .
.... THEN she tells me she's married to a local Deputy who's a rampaging drunk who beats her and the 3
kids regularly .... and could she please go to Boston with me when I leave ... and bring all three kids!

    Aiy! Aiy! Aiy!
I'm the resident manager in a fucking nut farm .... and balling a lunatic Red Neck Deputy's wife!

    I backed her off a bit, and in the meantime met the only other Gay person in the 'Heart of Oklahoma'
.... a 6' 3" ... 220 lb screaming queen named Ricky who's sole ambition in life is to be a Marilyn Monroe
impersonator!  The goofy bastard showed up at my door a few times in full regalia! He'd found a friend .
...... I told him, don't you ever come here again in the goddamn gown, you'll get us both killed in this
red dust covered hell hole .... they'll be pulling our sorry asses out of a dumpster behind a Stuckey's
covered with leftover pecan pie crumbs.

    So ..... I have seen Oklahoma ... big time ... 4 whole months of it.
And I did not run off with the Deputy's wife and kids ... I'm not That stoopid
.... and besides they wouldn't all fit in my VW bug with me and my dog anyhow.

    I felt like I was living in an out take from Baghdad Cafe. ;->

    I kinda miss the coyotes that used to wander through town and howl late at night .... and the damned wind
that blew non-stop, all the time, whistling through the screens and windows like high pitched buzzsaws
....and the semi toothless yokels with their dust covered pick-up trucks with the shot gun racks in the
back window, and 'Jesus Saves' on the bumper ..... lovely area.

    You have my empathy there Bc ..... ;->
 

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