Pioneer for cold beer: Vote yes for modern liquor laws
Since the end of Oklahoma prohibition in 1959, local wineries and grocery stores have operated under laws and regulations that have not substantially changed in nearly 60 years. It is
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Since the end of Oklahoma prohibition in 1959, local wineries and grocery stores have operated under laws and regulations that have not substantially changed in nearly 60 years. It is
Read MoreOn Tuesday August 23, Oklahoma voters in 58 counties headed to the polls to vote for the primary runoff elections. These elections determined several nominees for legislative and congressional seats
Read MoreA second failure in expected state revenues will cut higher education by an additional seven percent— totaling higher ed cuts to 13.5 percent, said President Jerry Steward. The third cut
Read MoreLiving in a different country is not as easy as many people might imagine. Financial issues, homesickness, a language barrier, culture shock, and loneliness are among the largest struggles many
Read MorePolitical players are easy to confuse. Given their common traits — predominately white, male and old — they can look a lot alike. I’m going to let you in on
Read MoreAlthough the difference between the rhetoric of politicians and statistical reality is not a new theme, it’s one most Oklahomans associate more with the government at the federal level than
Read MoreBecause of the lack of professional football here in Oklahoma, Oklahomans rally around the closest thing we have, college football, in the form of the Universities of Tulsa, Oklahoma State
Read MoreSummer’s almost gone. A part of me now rouses itself from its hibernation. The weather has yet to cool but already I can feel this primal thing inside me warming my blood. The fever will be coming on soon.
There are others out there who know this thing like I do, especially in Oklahoma. There are others still who will never understand the thrill of the hunt like this.
I can already almost taste the crisp, silent air that comes in the black morning hours before sunrise. I will step as quietly as I can into the woods. I’ll weave through the forest guided by instinct alone beneath the light of the moon, hearing the forest creeping and alive around me as I take my place — this place where I will wait in stillness, allowing this great ancient thing for which there are no words to permeate through me. My mind and my soul will quiet and if on that day I am blessed, as dawn breaks, I will hear the sound.
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