Dogs and pies 🍒
"For you are dust, and to dust you shall return."
—Genesis 3:19
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Born and raised in Tulsa, I was a journalist and lived around the nation until drinking eventually took over my life.
- Tulsa is a town where people can go their whole lives without hearing the word "cerebral."
My comfort food is still hand-sized cherry pies in wax-paper wrapping from Coney I-Lander hot dogs where I used to go with my dad and brothers.
As soon as my two brothers and I learned that a person could be an intellectual, we set out to become intellectuals and save the world. 🌍
We talked about the people halfway around the globe who made our shoes.
- We talked about the movement to save old-growth redwood trees from deforestation.
- We talked about the Chinese government's persecution of Tibetan Buddhists.
We passed around books like Peter Matthiessen's "In the Spirit of Crazy Horse" about the American Indian Movement and the FBI’s war on protest groups.
We converted to vegetarianism and veganism when Whole Foods was still in its Austin infancy.
Looking back, my dad was a hero made of boundless patience.
He once drove us to a hopelessly small protest against McDonald's in Tulsa over the mistreatment of animals at factory farms.
Our protest signs bounced in the trunk.
My dad was also there when DUIs twice landed me in jail.
- next time "The only thing bigger than football in Oklahoma is Jesus."
- listening Woody Guthrie "Tear the Fascists Down"
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