So I saw my journalism professor, the chair of the department. He knew I moved back to Oklahoma after living in the Florida Keys. He likes ernest Hemingway and he secretly thought I was trying to be like him. And I secretly was. I even grew a beard and fished off a boat. I worked on the back of a lobster boat for a while, did roof work and landscaping. I would go to Hemingway's huge house after staying cramped in my double-wide trailer. He had lots of money and I seriously doubt he was forced to work on a roof in the Keys in July. Does anyone know how hot that really is? But when Hemingway was in Europe he allegedly ate pigeons he killed from his window. I caught fish.
And the first thing the professor said when I saw the round chin on his face was, "Jim, you know we don't think you are as cool now that you came back to Oklahoma?" But being cool is not what this is about.
What this is about is Oklahoma. I like living here. It's not a bad place and I think it's time for people to show a little pride. So soon, this blog will change to something geared toward my life-- instead of life on an island.
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