In
January 1977, I moved to OKC to work for then Governor David Boren. I was back
in Seminole quite often. I played tennis at Twin Lakes with some of our local
yahoos. I still play tennis here but with a Tennis Tutor ball machine. I took
the Seminole Producer by mail so I could keep up and I have always loved what
is now named 85 Years Ago. Back then, I believe it was 45 Years Ago. Growing up
here, I knew the players. I did that all the time I was in OKC and when I moved
to Washington, DC, following my 20-year SHS Reunion, 1987. That continued until
the Producer went digital and I opted for that instead of mail delivery. I was
back here quite often even while in DC. All that time away, I had several
friends and family keep me abreast of all the scoop of what was going on in
Seminole. In so many ways, I was never really “gone”.
When
I returned here in May 2015, I was at the bus station for breakfast. One of my
friends was there and we talked a bit. He asked me if I was going to be able to
acclimate, having been gone for 38 years. He stated further that I had been
living in the fast lane and the Seminole pace might bore me. I said not at all.
I was done with the fast lane and I was back HOME, where I belonged. I guess
one could say this red dirt is in my veins. Throughout my professional career,
half of my life had been in airplanes, hotels, restaurants, etc. I loved every
minute of it, but I was done, stick a fork in it. The last thing I want to do
now is board a plane or check into a hotel. I am afraid to leave town now,
fearing I would get lost and not find my way back home. Crossing the state line
is not even in the cards but for one trip I must take to finish business. I
dread that!
I
was not born in Oklahoma; I was born in Effingham, IL, land of my mother. We
moved here when I was 3, in time for my sister’s birth. This was the land of my
father and his father. I suppose than makes me a naturalized Okie. That
notwithstanding, Oklahoma is all that I recall of my youth. I am back home. I
could live anywhere I wish. I will be going nowhere; this is where I belong.
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