Two years ago when I began my career as a Taxi Driver in Tulsa under the flag of Yellow and Checker Cab Company I soon discovered an immense source for entertaining stories. And they were almost always sitting in the back seat of my cab. I haven't followed my advice to myself very well up until now. I advised me to record those amusing anecdotes, observations, etc. and share them.
My dad was a great story teller. Granddad loved to tell stories and so did my uncle with his F.B.I. "Windies". Uncle was a Federal Bureau of Investigation Special Agent for nearly 30 years and had his own immense source for wild stoies. My ancesters were story tellers. Now it is my turn.
From the beginning it seemed that I had a new whopper to share every time I saw my friends. Lately it seems as though it takes a day or more to discover a new story. Or maybe I just don't remember so well anymore. I will do my best to remember and tell the old stories as I share new stories, observations and opinions.
3 comments:
Yay! Let's hear about that guy with no forehead...
can't wait to see in print some of the stories I have heard. it should be fun
Edward
I don't think "Okie" qualifies as a language stock. It's more of an sub-ethnic consciousness, or an ethnic sub-consciousness, or perhaps just an unconsciousness. It's a personal pejorative worn as a point of pride in one's resilience and perseverance while riding the dusty winds of a changing technological and social environment.
Perhaps the term for an alternate language would be Bubba-onics. This includes such terms as "onced or twiced" and "splainify" and "malnar" (as in, it was a 55 malnar zone), and phrases like "We lived so far out in the country we had to hunt back toward town."
But what do I know?
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