In the Summer of 1999, I had just been ghosted by my girlfriend. As soon as we both headed home from OSU, she just stopped returning my calls. With my plans of Summer romance curtailed, I channeled the hurt and confusion into exercise, pledging to return to Stillwater yolked up in a way that would […]
If you were out and about Monday morning around 2:00 AM, you were probably engaged in too much sin to notice the bright and brilliant ball of fire soaring through the sky and filling the atmosphere is blues and greens. While the American Meteor Society reported that October is a busy month for meteors, I’m not so sure the cosmic encounter was just a giant rock. Being that I am scarred by the clusterf*ck of random “once in a lifetime” disasters we called 2020, I would not be surprised to discover that the giant fireball was actually an alien landing in Canadian County.
Really, who would blame them for landing here? Mortgage rates are low, Autumn is generally a buyers’ market in real estate, and asking to be probed is not the weirdest thing the average Oklahoman has been solicited at any given rural gas station after 9:00 PM. But more than that, the state’s location, job market, and transportation has more than enough to offer a whole new galaxy of extraterrestrial transplants.
Recently, I’ve had to go back through a few writings from my life, thinking about the harsh words I’ve forcibly shared about area pizza places.
For far too long, I’ve loudly proclaimed that I just don’t care for pizza, but it seems that I should probably find a new food to dislike because the last five or six pizza parlors I’ve visited I’ve absolutely loved.
We might as well add Venn Pizza, 915 W. Britton Rd., to that list.