These tough, humble, hard working, loving Okies make me so proud of them.
They personify the attitude of if you don’t like it, change it, if you can’t change, it accept it and if you can’t accept it, move on.
It is hard to be grateful when you have lost so much and dreadful when you have lost someone.
Funny thing about Oklahoma. If you have been there a few generations it is hard not to run into someone who knows someone you know. That makes it harder to hide your character. You know who to be wary of but it also brings you closer together.
In 1988 the AF transferred me from overseas to Tinker AFB in OKC. I have to be honest, Oklahoma was the last place on the face of the earth I wanted to be stationed. Six months after we moved here I realized that this is where I was going to retire. Since then we’ve been through the Bombing, close calls from tornados, hailstorms that require you to replace the roof every 6-8 years, drought and summer heat. But we wouldn’t live anyplace else.