In protest of the high cheese factor behind the “reenacted” marriage of Miss Indian Territory and Mr. Oklahoma Territory, we at The Lost Ogle are going to avoid any over-the-top coverage of the Oklahoma Centennial Celebrations taking place across the state. The only thing that will change our minds is if the towns Hooker and Beaver decided to do something really cool and daring at the last minute with the two Oklahomans above, which I seriously doubt they’ll do, because Hooker and Beaver are in the panhandle, which really isn’t a part of Oklahoma. Instead, we are just going to watch our grandparents old VHS recordings of Oklahoma Passage and thank Gary England that nothing that bad was produced for the centennial celebrations…so far.
Anyway, happy birthday Oklahoma. Rah Rah Rah! Oklahoma.
Um, I just wanted to uh, say, thanks for this post. Ahem.
Anyone else go to the centennial spectacular? Anyone else hear thousands of grumbles as they were leaving because Garth Brooks didn’t perform? Me too. At least the Lips were amazing. And watching the old folk squirm at the All-American Rejects was quite entertaining.
All-American Rejects are precisely that, I’m sure their parents are proud.
Anyone keep track of the Lee Allan Smith shout-outs?