Stories from Saturday, March 24, 2007

I met the mother of my children almost 34 years ago in a nightclub in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I had resigned from the police department to finish my college degree and was living in a singles-only apartment complex called Spanish Gardens which, at the time, was the hottest property in the city. The waiting list to move in there was two years long and it was only because of connections I had developed as a police officer that allowed me to jump ahead of several hundred who were already on the list...

The council meeting Monday the 19th took a little longer. All members were present and the sound system had been tweaked so even this old guy sitting in the back of the chamber could hear the proceedings.  Thanks to whoever is the sound mechanic. The major discussion of the evening was over an attempt to amend the ordinance that sets trash disposal rates. ...