This Land: Oklahoma

Oklahoma, the Sooner State, is a land where the contrasts are as stark as a prairie sunset against a storm-laden sky. It’s a place where the Wild West still whispers in the wind, where oil gushes beneath the earth, and where Dust Bowl ghosts haunt the plains.

Imagine a state that birthed the Black Wall Street, a testament to Black prosperity, only to see it crushed by the racist fury of a mob. Yet, today, it’s a tapestry woven with threads of Native American heritage, African American resilience, and the hopeful dreams of countless immigrants.

THE GOOD: There’s the soothing embrace of hot springs, including the Chickasaw National Recreation Area in the foothills of the Arbuckle Mountains; the intellectual rigor of some of the nation’s top-rated universities, including Northeastern State, Rogers State, and Southwestern Oklahoma State; literary landmarks, including the Will Rogers Memorial Museum in Claremore, the Oklahoma City National Memorial, and the Oklahoma Historical Society whispering tales of the past. Finally, the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge is widely regarded as one of the most stunning natural areas in Oklahoma, offering breathtaking scenery, including mountains, prairies, and wildlife.

Sooners are also known for their warm hospitality and friendly demeanor. Though the Texas caveat applies to the “Bless your Heart” expression. That phrase can cut either, or both ways. Another positive for Oklahoma is their affordable cost of living. Compared to many other states, Oklahoma is relatively affordable. As well, Oklahoma has a rich Native American heritage celebrated through various cultural events and attractions.

THE BAD: Oklahoma is prone to extreme weather conditions, including tornadoes, droughts, and heat waves; Oklahoma’s economy is heavily reliant on the energy sector, which can be vulnerable to fluctuations in oil and gas prices; some areas of Oklahoma have higher crime rates than others; in some parts of the state, there may be limited job opportunities.

THE UGLY: Oklahoma has been described as a “prison capital”, in the upper 90% incarceration rate of any US state, and by comparison, higher than the incarceration rates of any country in the world, El Salvador excluded. Many of them, women. In a 2023 report, The Sentencing Project highlighted Oklahoma’s “Failure to Protect” law, resulting in survivors of abuse facing longer sentences for allegedly failing to protect their children from harm more than the person who committed the abuse. Talk about Orange being the New Black.

Oklahoma is a land of extremes. Tornadoes dance across the sky, droughts parch the earth, and the heat can feel like a furnace. Its economy, tied to the volatile world of oil and gas, can boom and bust like a gambler’s fortune. And then there’s the ugly truth: Oklahoma is in the upper percentile for incarceration, a place where justice often seems race and gender biased. Yet, from this crucible of contrasts, Oklahoma has forged a unique identity. It’s a land of country music legends, baseball heroes, and story tellers who have shaped the nation. It’s a place where the past and the present collide, where hope and despair intertwine, and where the human spirit endures.

Overall, despite it’s checkered and tragic past, Oklahoma is a state with a lot to offer. While it still has its challenges, it also boasts a vibrant culture, natural beauty, and a friendly atmosphere.

Onward through the fog… R.H.

Tornado Alley…
And the Bible Belt…
Oklahoma…
A culture smelt…
A land of contrasts…
A land of joy and pain…
This land…
Gave us Woody G.

Song for Bobby Z

I’m hittin’ the road in my Wayfarer Van…
Buskin’ the fields for all of my fans…
Looking for poets, hot springs, and ghosts…
Of writers and dreamers from coast to coast.

Yo, Bobby Z, i refried this song…
Rollin’ through your hometown, i didn’t stay long…
The Iron Range Country folks, give ’em a hand…
For raisin’ the bard we call Dylan.

Yo, Bobby Z, i want you to see…
The good things your life’s work has done for me…
I’m playin’ the chords, but i can’t do enough…
Your trickster enigma, nobody can touch.

Here’s to Robbie and Bruce and Steve and Ricky Lee…
All the 6-sting troubadours that followed your lead…
The songwriter’s era might be at an end…
But Simon Says can never be my friend.

This song is ending so i just wanna say…
You moved to electric back in the day…
And look at me now… i’m closing that loop…
From hard rock, to the hard luck roots.

This Land: Missouri

Greetings, loopers! Get ready for another thrilling installment of “This Land,” where objectivity goes to die a whimpering death in a ditch (much like my dignity after that 20 minute wrong turn incident in Topeka). John Steinbeck said it best: pure, unvarnished observation? About as likely as a snowball surviving a Missouri summer. We all see the world through our own warped filters, loopers. Mine happens to be a yin/yang magic 8-ball reflecting the contrasting hues of Kanorado. But hey, i try to be fair! Like a tipsy judge on a bender – i may be biased, but i’ll listen to all sides (within reason, and as long as you don’t ask me to sit through a “Flat Earth” Power Point presentation).

So, Missouri. The freaking promised land of rolling green hills and enough oxygen to make your head spin! Unlike the treeless plains of western Kansas, this state’s a veritable Garden of Eden. The Ozarks, with their mountains, lakes, and caves, are like nature’s amusement park. Mark Twain practically trademarked the entire state with his literary genius, and even Walt Disney (yes, that Walt Disney) hailed from these parts.

Speaking of Missourians – a hearty bunch, these loopers. Friendly as a hound dog with a belly full of barbecue, but with a healthy dose of skepticism. Hospitality? Legendary, especially if you find yourself in the sticks. They’re as down-to-earth as a hand-me-down step-side Chevy Pickup, fiercely proud of their state, possessing an almost religious love for the great outdoors. Think Tom Petty’s “Won’t Back Down” cranked to eleven, with political tension so thick the sides don’t even talk to each other any more. Summer’s a scorcher, mind you – hot enough to fry an egg on your forehead, and humid enough to make your hair frizz like a poodle in a hurricane.

But hey, gotta hand it to them – Missouri’s economy seems to be humming right along. Soybeans, corn, livestock – they got their ag. schtick down. Manufacturing? Yup, especially in cars, aerospace, and enough food processing to feed a Texas hoedown. Healthcare’s on the rise, and Kansas City’s a financial hub that could make Eric Trump blush.

Now, the downside. Public transportation? About as reliable as a politician’s promise. Crime? It’s a thing, especially in the bigger cities. Diversity? Not exactly a kaleidoscope of cultures, loopers.

Speaking of Show Me State loopers, my attempt to interview some good citizens at Missouri Western University went about as well as an oboe at a heavy metal concert. Nobody wanted their cake holes anywhere near my microphones, which left me feeling about as welcome as a tax collector at a poker game. Finally, after some sage advice (courtesy of the university library staff, bless their tight-lipped souls), i ventured to the public library. Managed to snag a few interviews, though one lady spoke in hushed tones that would make a Trappist monk squint (blame it on the hair-metal 1980s).

The big question? What does the state motto, “Show Me,” mean to Missourians? Answers were as scarce as hen’s teeth. Though a transplant from New York named Barb Read and a true-blooded Missourian, Jenn Wildhagen, did offer some insight. Maybe the reluctant ones needed a bit more convincing before spilling their guts to a stranger sporting ambisonic microphones attached to AKG studio headphones (cue the “Show Me” part). But hey, they did remind me their state animal is a mule, a stubborn, stalwart creature if there ever was one. Seems fitting, doesn’t it?

So there you have it, loopers. A whistle-stop tour through the Show Me State, a land of contradictions as vast as the sky. Until next time, keep your eyes peeled and your cynicism in check. This American odyssey is far from over.

And finally… the point of all this wrangling. My personal experience as a Kanorado native, some light research queries, and conversations with the above willing participants informs the lyric of this, my next Hot Springs or Busk tour appended verse to Woody Guthrie’s timeless classic “This Land”:

So bring your A-game…
When you cross the river…
Cos in Missouri…
You’ll be the giver…
You can’t just waltz in…
And get those sound bytes…
Show Me folks…
Will need the 4-11.

Onward through the fog… R.H.

I Ain’t Got No Home

Birthday tribute – Woody Guthrie!
(July 14, 1912 – October 3, 1967)

I ain’t got no home… m’luck has finally stalled.
Just a willing worker… i go from job to job.

Cops make it hard… wherever i may go.
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

Brothers and sisters all… are filling up this road.
A hot and dusty road… where a million feet have trod.

Landlord took my home… and drove me from my door…
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

Worked the late-night shifts… scrubbin’ tile floors.
Paycheck in my hand… and out the mailbox door.

The plague found my partner… the clinic’s over full.
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

I detail pre-owned cars… i cleaned the hotel rooms.
Took the angry calls of extended warranty fools.

I worry all the time… like i never did before.
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

As i look around… it’s mighty plain to see.
This world is a strange… and funny place to be.

Owners are rich… the workers are poor…
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

I ain’t got no home… m’luck has finally stalled.
Just a willing worker… i go from job to job.

Cops make it hard… wherever i may go.
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.