Speaking of weather, how about dust storms?
I know I’m a sick man but in 1983, during the flood of Tulsa, I actually called into a radio station and requested “5 feet high and rising” by Johnny Cash.
Went looking for my brother in the rain and seemed every street I turned onto or drove past was flooded.
After a while I gave up and went home. Being on the hill at 16th and Denver I wasn’t going to get flooded but, I did have a gal over in her Catherine Bach, Daisy Duke shorts and we enjoyed the hot tub....in the rain....
Kissed that angel good morning and found that her truck had broke down.
Drove her all the way to Muskogee and then went an saw some friends over on the Cherokee Nation and we went squirrel hunting.
Never understand the thrill of squirrel hunting. It’s like gigging frogs. Just ain’t enough meat to make it worth while.
Still, his Mom loved squirrel. Them peoplez eez nutz.
On my way home I stopped at Lake Ten Killer and caught a couple nice large mouth bass.
As I made my way back to Tulsa, I came upon Inola, OK and a train wagon of buggys from the Mennonites.
I looked at each buggy and wondered “Man, if Kelly McGillis is in one of them things she’s going home with me.
No luck and I wondered who in the heck would forego modern conveniences just to live a life of piety.
Not me.
By the time I got home the flood waters had subsided.
I fileted the fish, cooked up some asparagus and baked the fish in dill, lemon and a couple pats of butter.
Man! That was sohhhh!!! Good and even better since I had caught dinner myself...