It's years since I visited Tulsa, although now I can't remember
exactly where it was, possibly India. I recall that the natives spoke
English, of a sort.

In those golden days it was a sort of Shangri-la, reminiscent of that
mythical place where Shirley Jones sang her heart out and Gene Nelson
danced up a storm.

Ah yes! It's all coming back.

I'd been commissioned to teach Robert Preston to sing and dance (he
was being considered for some musical role which maybe never happened)
and to show Susan Hayward how to really kiss (she caught on too
quickly for my liking).

In all probability, Tulsa is no longer on the map and more than likely
it's just a historic relic, like Pompeii or Babylon, but it would be
really nice to know what happened to that quaint little Indian
village.

I recall a precocious toddler with red hair who amazed everybody with
her army of cats; her talent for knowing everything; and for answering
questions often before they were asked. She must be quite grown up now
... I often wonder what she's doing these days? (I bet she's gone into
politics.)

I guess it's unlikely that there's anyone in this here Galaxy who can
answer this question, hence the modest price. (Don't want to cause any
embarrassment.)

Bryan

Bryan,

Alas, Tulsa as you remember it is gone, swept into the mists of the
mighty Arkansas River by the relentless broom of Time. Or perhaps the
relentless shop-vac of Newsweek.

Oh, Tulsa, my Tulsa, of which Carl Sandburg might have said (but didn't):

     Pig wrestler for the World,
     Pool Maker, Stacker of Pancakes,
     Idler on Sidewalks and the Nation's Panhandler;
     Sniffling, musky, bawling,
     City of the Big Shoulder Pads... 

Tulsa is sinking into the tar pits of modernity. Where once there were
charming ticky-tacky drive-in theaters where you could wear your
pajamas and slurp beer while watching John Wayne save the West, now
there are glass-and-chrome office buildings where people in
uncomfortable business suits sip cappuccino and pretend that they are
doing something important. The once-great Route 66 still runs through
town, only now it is just plain old 11th Street, and instead of being
a pulsing artery of interstate traffic, it is largely populated by
lethargic hookers and people who want to meet lethargic hookers.

Tulsa is the most populous city in Oklahoma, if you don't count
Oklahoma City (which I don't). Tulsa is the 45th largest city in the
United States, the 93rd largest city in North America, and the only
place in the known universe where the school cafeterias serve fried
onion rings with ketchup and call this "two vegetables."

Tulsa is home to the Golden Driller, a glum-looking ochre colossus who
looms over the Tulsa Fairgrounds with one hand patting an oil derrick
and the other hand holding his pants up:

The Golden Driller
http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/b/bd/Golden_Driller_Sm.jpg 

There are vestiges of the old Tulsa here and there. I like to think
that I am one of them. Yes, things change here: teevee preachers rise
and fall, mayoral administrations promise the moon and the stars and
deliver a paper moon, tinfoil stars, and a tax increase; big
businesses hustle in, bilk the town into subsidizing them, and
promptly crumble; the local baseball team changes its name from The
Oilers to The Drillers, in the fixed delusion that Tulsa is still
important in the petroleum industry; Garth Brooks comes and goes, and
gets fatter and balder. But Pink remains. I am the ancient Sphinx of
Tulsa. I crouch at the city's gates and pose cryptic riddles to
passers-by. And, bit by bit, I crumble a little, yet go on.

Best wishes 
and Yee-Haw 
from your pal
Pink

Oh dear, Pink, it's much worse than I had feared.

I can now understand why Robert Preston and Susan Hayward moved on to
other (and greater) things.

Please give a big woof from Daisy to all the members of your menagerie.

All the Best

Bryan

Probono...

I have yet to understand your posts!...

Here are some Memories Sauces you may enjoy...alas...no Tulsa :(

http://presidentschoice.ca/FoodAndRecipes/GreatFood/ProductsList.aspx/id/195/name/MemoriesofSauces

Hey Bryan...

You are tooo funny!!! 

I sure hope Pinkfreud sees this...LOL :)

I bet she may know of someone who knows all there is to know about Tulsa....

Heheheh,

Steph53

BTW Pro.... I have a new # to call for the Dresser Play
question...please go check that thread..

Bryan,

Many thanks for the generous tip, which will provide the pups and kits
with kibble for quite some time. Grateful purrs and yips to you and
Miss Daisy.

Regards from Oklahoma, where the corn is no longer as high as an
elephant's eye, but the marijuana crop is very high indeed.

~Pink

Good grief, what have I stumbled onto -- and I still call it the Indian Territory.

Regarding my remark above, "Mayoral administrations promise the moon
and the stars and deliver a paper moon, tinfoil stars, and a tax
increase," here's an update: yesterday Tulsa elected a new Mayor,
Kathy Taylor.

The moon/stars/tax increase package seems virtually certain, 
since she's a Democrat. ;-)

That's great news from Tulsa, Pink, many thanks.

I have a cousin called Kathy Taylor ... I wonder?

Anyway, I sure can find a place for your Kathy Taylor in my new book ...

Every Successful Woman .....










Is a Man.