Journalist Sheilah Bright
He didn't answer the phone like a man who wanted people to come see his camels."What the hell do you want?"I imagined him sitting in a kitchen with a spread of fried okra and two-day old brown beans parked next to a wad of tobacco drying on a broken saucer.The old man knew his way... Continue Reading →
The sign winked at me at the town's only stoplight. Late for another assignment, I needed to keep moving on to find some weird outdoor museum filled with garage sale knickknacks depicting biblical scenes. I didn't think the Avon bottle Nativity scene or the Beanie Baby Noah's Ark was going anywhere soon so I turned... Continue Reading →
In honor of Memorial Day, I unearthed a few cemetery photos from either my "Hoarders DeClutter By Decorating Graves" file or my "Tombstones Worth A Second Look" collection. Out of respect for the deceased, I'm withholding most of my sarcastic comments. I stored them next to my "How Many More Roadside Memorials Can Our Highways... Continue Reading →
Some people think we hang on to junk forever in Oklahoma. Truth is, we do. Blame it on the Dust Bowl and Tornado Alley. When you're used to so much stuff blowing away, you tend to pile it up in case you need to restock. When you get enough stuff, it's time to build something... Continue Reading →
