Country Roads (I-40) Take Me Home
Got to go to Oklahoma for the day …not OKC, but Tulsa. Still, the moment I crossed through Siloam Springs and saw the Welcome to Oklahoma sign, I felt a a deep sense of calm I haven’t felt in a long time. Emily (See Emo Goes Postal) says the moment she steps of the plane at the Will Rogers Airport in OKC, she can smell the difference. Oklahoma does smell different. She thinks it is the red dirt and plains. For me, it is just something familiar and comforting: home. And there is nothing more comforting than the crap you see in Okie gas stations off the 1-40:

and other stuff that reminds me of home:

THIS ONE IS FOR YOU MR. BRAWNER. THE HAT SAYS OKLAHOMA. Don’t worry, I’ll letcha borrow it sometime. And I totally forgot to put in the picture, the BEST gas station in American (solely for the name):





I am powerless to resist buying crap at Texas and Oklahoma gas stations.
(Ask me about my extensive keychain/iron-on patch/t-shirt collection.)
allen, you gotta see the hat I bought. actually, i’m gonna add it to this post.