In case you haven’t heard, Edna Scott, the owner of the popular metro dive bar Edna’s, passed away yesterday.
Via News 9:
The whole of Oklahoma City was saddened with the passing of one its beloved icons, early Thursday morning.
Edna Ruth Scott, 72, passed away just after midnight on Thursday. She is survived by her two children, four grandchildren, three great grandchildren, and the throngs of people, not just in Oklahoma City, who were lucky enough to meet her.
Edna was born on April 27, 1942 in Comanche, Okla. and was the owner of Edna’s bar, located at 5137 Classen Dr., since it first opened its doors on Feb. 21, 1989. But more so than an Oklahoma City business owner, Edna embodied love and acceptance for all people. She lived each day to make others smile.
News of her passing spread quickly on social media. Several people reached out and offered their condolences to a woman whose unique soul and loving spirit made its mark on Oklahoma City….
Edna touched the lives of thousands of people over the years, whether you had the privilege of meeting her in person, if you were able to see her boogie down to Jerry Lee Lewis’s “Great Balls of Fire”, or if you only got to knock back one of her signature Lunchboxes. Maybe you even made your mark on the place by personalizing a dollar bill for the wall?
In its 25-plus years of existence, Edna’s bar has never shut its doors. But for the first time, on Monday, Oct. 13, the business will be closed for the funeral.
A public memorial is scheduled at the Will Rogers theatre located at 4322 N. Western Ave. from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. on Monday. Anyone who wants to come is welcome to attend.
RIP Edna. We’ll miss you. Thanks for the memories you helped create for me, and thousands of others, over the years.
I first learned about Edna’s when I was 18 or 19 (I’m old. That would 1996-ish) and still didn’t have a fake ID. My best friend waited tables at Billy Balloo’s – remember that place? – and he heard from some co-workers there was a trashy dive bar on the opposite end of NW Expressway called Edna’s that didn’t card anyone.
Desperate to be cool and 21, we drove all the way down Expressway, circled the place a few times, parked out front, and were about to go inside when my fear of rejection kicked in and I chickened out. After being called a couple of words that referenced a slang term for the female anatomy, we pulled into a run down convenient store and shoulder tapped for beer instead. Ahh, the good old days.
My next run-in with Edna’s occurred in 2002. This was before the OKC renaissance that helped make Edna’s the trendy spot it is today.
I was finishing up my English Degree from UCO and noticed a job posting on Monster for AOL Digital City. They were looking for a freelance writer to craft some bar descriptions for their Oklahoma City web guide or whatever. Remember, this was before Yelp, Urban Spoon, Four Square Mayors and all that fun stuff.
I applied, sent some writing samples, and was hired for my first ever paid writing gig. It was kind of cool. I got paid $25 a pop to write a 250-word description, 100-word description and 25-word slug about various bars and restaurants in OKC. I was going to be famous and rich and all the drunk girls at bars would want to sleep with me.
The project manager from Atlanta sent me a list of 10 places to cover. One of them was Edna’s… that trashy dive bar that apparently served underaged kids in the 1990s. I rounded up a few friends to check it out. I didn’t expect much, but I loved it. Even though the place was dead and the patrons were kind of scary looking, it was what a dive bar was supposed to be. They served beer in cans, there were hundreds of dollar bills taped to the wall, and to top it off, some goofy lady, the bar’s owner, Edna, danced on the bar to Great Balls of Fire. It was great.
Some how, some way, the review is still alive via the Internet Wayback Machine:
I noticed something on Twitter yesterday. I, as all of you, follow the other writers on this site. Good, funny people. Salt of the Earth. Well, I’m a big fan of numbers and statistics, so I checked followship numbers of my fellow Oglelites.
It’s obvious that I’m the least liked, but I’m going extreme because it sounds cooler, and say I’m the “most hated.” I’m getting trounced. I’m at a big 147 followers, and I think half of those are the Twitter equivalent of telemarketers. Another third are nail salons who think I’m a great way to get exposure.
It’s ok, Brian Bosworth played the villain, and look where he’s now. I’m not begging for followers, I just thought it is odd that the biggest badass of the site is being overlooked. I’m 140 pounds of blogging mayhem. Actually, I don’t even think you guys could even handle it. Whatever, I’m lucky I can spell correctly and my networking skills are like that of a sloth.
Friday Saturday Night in the Big Town.
The last time we really covered Oklahoma State Rep Josh Cockroft was when the Batman impersonator introduced legislation to wipe out the arts in Oklahoma. Knowing that, I guess we shouldn’t be too surprised that he apparently steals other people’s thoughts and words and tries to pass them off as his own.
Yesterday, an Ogle Mole alerted me to a recent blog post that Cockroft published under his own name on his website titled “The Case For Traditional Marriage.”
Here’s the intro:
Earlier this week, the Supreme Court of the United States refused to hear an appeal to a federal district court’s earlier ruling, essentially removing Oklahoma’s ban on homosexual marriage.
I, as well as multiple other state officials, immediately expressed my outrage to the blatant disregard of the very moral fibers upon which this country was founded and for the gross overreach of the federal judicial system. In an issue which boils down to state’s rights, three individuals in a federal district court overturned what 1.1 million people stated in defining marriage as between one man and one woman.
I have spent the last several days stating and restating my personal opinion, but for this column, I want to take a step back and look at this issue from a practical standpoint, ask a few questions and provide answers on this important issue.
What is marriage, why does traditional marriage matter for public policy, and what would be the consequences of redefining marriage?
Yes, those are interesting questions. In fact, they are so interesting that Ryan T. Anderson with the Heritage Foundation asked the same exact questions in his 2013 article “Marriage Matters: Consequences of Redefining Marriage” and abstract “Marriage: What It Is, Why It Matters, and the Consequences of Redefining It?”
If marriage policy is going to be based on principle, Americans need to answer three questions:
What is marriage?
Why does marriage matter for public policy?
What would be the consequences of redefining marriage?
Okay, that has to be a coincidence, right? There’s no way Representative Cockroft – an elected conservative official who represents the people of Oklahoma – would stoop so low as to blatantly steal someone else’s work and pass it off as his own, right?
The answer is apparently so. We found numerous examples in Cockroft’s blog post that are blatant, word-for-word, copy-and-paste, unattributed ripoffs from Ryan Anderson’s 2013 abstract. For example, Cockroft wrote in his blog post:
Today we’re releasing the other nine semi-finalist photos. You can vote for your three favorite pic. The three that get the most votes will make next week’s finals.
And just to be safe, here’s our disclaimer:
If you stumbled across this link on your niece’s Facebook page and are easily offended and politically correct, I should warn you that The Lost Ogle is an irreverent satirical news and entertainment website. It’s not for everyone, especially if you’re nice, kind-hearted and only have nice things to say about people. We started this contest seven years ago as an absurd alternative to other State Fair Photo contests. If you take everything way too seriously, and poking fun at our state’s fine people and Walmart culture bothers you, stop reading now and head over to The Pioneer Woman. Like our state fair photo contest, most of that site’s content is also depressing. It’s just nicer.
With that out-of-the-way, enjoy some photos:
Time Machine Mullets
When you first look at this photo, the obvious and easy assumption to make is that this couple owns a time machine and just came back from 1989, but if that’s the case, why are they not wearing stone washed jeans??? Did they also stop by a 2004 TJ Maxx and buy new clothes?
Regardless, that’s some miraculous hair. It makes me want to watch Joe Dirt and kiss my cousin. I bet it even makes Mike Gundy jealous. If a Poison or Warrant song isn’t playing right now in your head, there’s something wrong with you.
Boy, that brings back some memories. What man can’t forget that awkward time when your dad sat you down, told you about the shocker, gave you a matching shocker t-shirt, and then took you to the state fair?
In all honesty, I doubt that’s a father and son. It’s probably just a pair of grown men walking through the state fair… holding hands… wearing ride bracelets… and sporting matching shocker t-shirts. Now I kind of wish it was a father and son.
p.s. – Kudos to the guy on the left for having the world’s scariest arm tattoo. I think it eats your soul.
As you know, there’s nothing the local TV news loves more than to unnecessarily drum up fear, panic and hysteria about things you really don’t need to worry about. It’s good for ratings, good for web traffic and really good for advertising revenue. Therefore, we shouldn’t be surprised when we see shit like this pop up on Channel 5′s Twitter and Facebook account:
Yes, Ebola cases are possible in Oklahoma City… because Dr. Oz, a TV personality who conveniently has a syndicated TV show that also airs on Channel 5, said so. Sound the Saturday afternoon tornado sirens and take cover! We’re all going to die!!!
So, in what parts of town are we more likely to catch the virus? Where are people showing symptoms? What comes first? Fever, open sores or Dustin Hoffman with a vaccine?
Check out the report for more details:
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