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You may have to wave goodbye to the Heartland Flyer…

heartland flyer

Admittedly, all I know about trains I learned from Ringo Starr and Georg Carlin on Shining Time Station. But I think this meager education, such as it is, is enough to allow me to expound upon the virtues of trains. Why? Well, when Horace Schemer set up some sort of plot to financially derail Shining Time Station, through teamwork and friendship the gang was always able to set things right. Perhaps all these references are a little too Gen Y for all our readers, but suffice it to say that if public television programming taught us anything, it’s that we’re all special and unique snowflakes and by embracing our differences, we’ll all profit in the end.

Unfortunately, I think I speak for the rest of Gen Y when I say that adulthood has been a crash course in why all that is crap. Which all is to say that there probably isn’t enough teamwork and friendship to save the Heartland Flyer. According to News9.com:

OKLAHOMA CITY – Oklahoma may be on the verge of losing the Heartland Flyer.

The passenger train runs every day between Oklahoma City and Fort Worth, Texas. The state has a contract with Amtrak to run the train service, but the rail company may now be asking for more money than the state’s willing to pay.

Supporters and state officials met downtown this weekend to talk about ways to offset the cost, including doubling the train’s frequency and expanding service to Kansas.

“This is all about economic development, and the more trains that we have running the more economic impact we’re going to have. And we’re going to see a lot of people, I think, embrace this service more than they have in the past,” said Evan Stair with Passenger Rail Oklahoma.

Right now, Oklahoma shares the cost with Texas, but Oklahoma does not appropriate enough money annually to cover its share.

Monday Morning Tweets

It’s another hot and muggy day and June is now halfway over. As a person who doesn’t have to work during the summer, I’m quite displeased with how quickly the summer is going by. My garden hasn’t even produced anything worth picking yet, dammit! But the one constant in my life that doesn’t seem to change no matter how fast time passes is Twitter and the ridiculous notifications it sends me. Like this one:

follow KD on twitter

Kevin Durant is popular, you say?

Anyway, I’ve got some popular and not so popular tweeters right here for you. As always, they’re after the jump.

Old people in Edmond will have to find somewhere new to eat…

Delta Cafe

I live on the southeast side of Norman, so I keep a running list of all potential drug fronts. In fact, I’m pretty sure 80% of the businesses over here that aren’t fast food places or Chelino’s are just cover operations for illegal activity. You don’t have to take my word for it, though. Just check out the cars in the parking lot of the laundromat on Lindsey and SE 24th around midnight. I think that’s your answer right there.

Anyway, I’m not here to talk about potential Norman drug fronts. I’m here to talk about a place I’m pretty sure was an Edmond drug front. That place? Delta Cafe. Your great grandmother’s favorite restaurant.

According to Richard Mize with NewsOK.com:

So, we found the Ogle Brothers’ old high school yearbooks….

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I think by now everyone knows I’m from Edmond. In fact, there are some members of the city who probably want to prevent me from ever returning. I’m down with that, actually. (Sorry, Mom and Dad, but you guys basically live in Canada, that’s how far north you are.) But a thing that not everyone knows is that my mom is from Edmond too. She remembers the before time, before there was nothing but sprawl and neighborhoods and strip malls. She fondly recalls a time when there were tons of open fields where kids could drive their mini bikes, when Mr. Woodham gave licks to students who skipped class, and when there were three handsome young Ogles on the basketball court.

Not only does my mother remember this time, but she has the yearbooks to prove it. So, to Kent, Kelly and Kevin, I’m sorry if you thought those pictures of your mid to late 1970s haircuts would never see the light of day again. The people need to see these things. So, without further ado, I bring you the best pictures of the young Ogle brothers!

Let’s begin with Kent. He’s my favorite Ogle because he likes Autozone a lot. Sometimes he talks about buying gifts for his wife from there. I don’t know how well that goes. But, I respect his brand loyalty.

Here’s Kent from the ’73-’74 Bullpup yearbook.

Ode to Pizza Shuttle

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There are few foods that really compare to drunk foods. Nothing tastes so good as a pile of cheesy carbs that you ingest like a ravenous bear after you’ve had a few drinks. Sure, cheese fries are a good option here, but you generally have to be at a restaurant to get the kind that are worth having. Nachos are always great, but I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that Taco Bell is nobody’s friend. We’ve all been betrayed too many times by that place. So, that leaves you one option.

Pizza is a glorious thing. But so many of the chains stop delivering at what people would term “a decent hour.” So, what are you left with when it’s midnight, you’re drunk, and you need a pizza? If you’re in Norman, you call Pizza Shuttle.

Pizza Shuttle is an institution that exists to serve both the incredibly broke and the overly wasted. The menu prices at once seem random, until you realize that they’ve been calculated so that with the addition of tax, everything comes out to a nice, round number. It’s genius, really. Because when you call Pizza Shuttle, you’re probably not in a state to do math.

What’s special about Pizza Shuttle is not the pizza. Anyone who has eaten there will tell you. Generally, the crust may be a little undercooked, but hey, you don’t expect perfection from a place that charges $10.86 for a large specialty pizza. Also, you know, they have a menu item called “shroomers” so not only do they know their target demographic, they’re kind of letting you know who works there. In fact, for quite a while, the company’s Facebook page stated quite clearly in the “About” section perhaps the most terrifying thing for a restaurant to every tell you: “We are alone with your food.” Though, if you’re calling Pizza Shuttle, you’re past the point where something like that really matters to you.

But perhaps the best part of Pizza Shuttle is their website. I can’t be sure, but I think it was created by the Braum’s webmaster in 1998: