Half a lifetime ago, a movie theater with eight or ten screens under one roof was an absolute overabundance of choice. Now however, everyone’s got 24 to 30 flicks to choose from, happily spending...
It’s that time of the year again, where our family gathers around the table together to impress grandma in case she dies this year and has time to update her will! That can only mean one thing:...
That dirty miser Old Man Winter is back with a chilled vengeance and he’s brought with him the bountiful gift of unnatural cravings for nothing but all kinds of uncomfortably hot soups, from...
First off, a mea culpa… In the past, whenever I have spoken about Indigenous issues—rather passionately, I might add—I can understand why I have put some people immediately on the defensive. I...
While going through the always voluminous TLO mailbag not too long ago, Patrick passed me a letter from a reader named Todd. Here’s most of it, in a highly-edited form: “Lip Smackerss a...
Howdy folks, and welcome back once more to the decidedly light, yet still mildly disturbing, Fowler on Fowler, where I, Louis Fowler, will do whatever I can—including nudity—to see you in a...
A few weeks ago, I profiled two rural pizza chains—Hunt Brothers and Simple Simon’s—learning more about both franchises than really I needed to. But, still, many people commented and sent...
“So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.” – 1 Corinthians 10:31 As the rays of sunlight shone mostly over him, the esteemed Pastor was behind the...
As I stood in the middle of the empty street, the sky became increasingly grey and the wind had much more of a chill than expected. It had been about twenty years since I was last at Carey Place—or...
It was almost a good month to be Native. The start of the month was a real win for all our peoples, with Oklahoma City proclaiming its first official Indigenous People’s Day; forever replacing...
As Latino culture and especially its artistry is becoming a more prevalent thing in Oklahoma and beyond—ya era hora!—Oklahoma Contemporary* is teaming with the Oklahoma Latino Cultural Center to...
Whenever people ask me what is my most disliked food, if I’m being honest, I gotta say pizza. The flat sickness of cheap buffets and overpriced bistros has worn me down and out in my forty years on...
If you were an Oklahoman and a music fan in the early 90s, there really wasn’t a better time to be semi-alive: alternative fans had the Nixons and the Flaming Lips, country fans had Garth Brooks...
Hey, daddy-o! You cool cats remember the fifties? The sock-hops, the leather jackets and trying to make it to second base with Betty Jean while parking down on Lovers Lane? Yeah…I don’t...
Coming of age in Oklahoma City wasn’t always the all-out adventure I know I tend to make it seem. Actually, more days than not, I was trying to find something constructive to do with my dwindling...
Last week, one of my oldest friends, Dzi Nguyen, took his final breaths. Dzi and I met that first year of high school, both temporarily stationed at Northwest Classen. We sat next to each other one...
A few times in my life, like after a heartbreaking divorce or recuperating after a deadly stroke, for example, I’ve gone to hide in the secluded sticks for a few months, with family and friends...
Even though I am a sworn admirer of the works of Mr. Tennessee Williams, I have, for many years now, a bit of a hard time calling any grown man “Big Daddy.” But, as sure as the kudzu vine...
As a lifelong fan of the seminal Crock-Pot, I’ve only became recently aware of the existence of the Instant Pot, a cooking utensil that is, well, practically instantaneous in cooking its meals...
Since I have so much relative free time on my hands, in-between the solemn recuperating, the constant blood tests and the extensive physical therapy, I’ve been doing a little bit of genealogy here...
Over 80 years ago, cyclopean aviator Wiley Post brought fame and glory to Dust Bowl ravaged Oklahoma by being the first person to fly solo around the world. After all of that toil on the ground and...
Living in the deserted wastelands of rural Oklahoma, most of the time, if you want a warm slice of moderately fresh pizza, you’re more than likely not gonna find a Domino’s or Pizza Hut, let...
Formerly a deserted Japanese (?) Steak (??) House (???) along a more upscale area of Strip-Club Row, the massive missive that is Seafood Island, 4700 W. Reno Ave., is an extravagant piece of Las...
Since leaving the hospital after my big to-do, the way some people lose their sex drive, well, I’ve lost my food drive. Being on a liquid diet for so long, you pretty much learn to stop eating...
Even though I’ve forgotten much of my more recent life leading up to and during my stroke, there’s one thing I clearly do remember and will never forget: that I had a pretty darn good hamburguesa...