> It is New Yawkers that are sensitive! I'M A born
> and raised SOONER AND PROUD OF IT! I was a
> member of the Oklahoma Youth Legislature in April
> of 1964 and again in April of 1965, held in the
> Oklahoma legislative chambers.
> In 64, I authored legislation that would have made
> it a death penalty offense if the President of the
> United States were to be murdered in Oklahoma.
> Remember what happened in Texas in November of
> In 1965, I authored legislation that would have
> allowed the Governor of Oklahoma to succeed
> himself (something that could not be done at the
> time). I made a joke that my bill would not apply
> to the then incumbent Harry Bellmon (who was the
> first Republican ever to be elected Governor of
> Oklahoma) and when the laughter did not die down
> after a little while someone pointed me up to the
> gallery and there was Governor Bellmon laughing.
> In his Sunday address, he stopped by my desk and
> shook my hand heartily.
> My sister was for years until her untimely passing
> in 2009, the Democratic National Conventions
> resolution chair. She used to babysit, while a
> teenager, for Oklahoma US Senator Fred R. Harris
> from my hometown of Lawton, Oklahoma.
> But you can think of me anyway you want to. Funny
> though, my school in Oklahoma was going to be
> abolished and my senior year was going to be the
> last year it existed. I begged my father, a
> physics and chemistry teacher to be allowed to go
> back to LA for a second summer and actually
> transfer to Fremont High in Los Angeles for my
> senior year instead. He allowed me to do so and I
> stayed with his mother, my grandmother. LOL.
> Little did he know that the Watts Riot would occur
> that summer.
> But I guess I was always in law enforcement. In
> the Summer of 64, on my visit a friend of mine had
> gotten me on as a boxboy at ABC Market in L.A.
> Members of the LAPD moonlighted as security guards
> at supermarkets in those days. They would tell me
> about their cases.
> But more importantly, at Fremont High in LA in the
> year 65-66, I worked for the Vice principal
> collecting students from their classes when they
> were wanted by the LAPD.
> God always delivers to me. From my first days at
> Summer School, one kid in particular used to
> always point to me and say, "Hey, look everybody!
> There goes the Cowboy. There's the Cowboy!"
> When I was told to bring a student from a class
> for the LAPD, I told the officers that there was a
> room in which you entered and there was a door
> leading to another room. I would tell the
> officers to wait in that second room with one
> officer on each side of the door until I brought
> the student in.
> So I got many students. I would go to their class
> and when the teacher asked me what I wanted, I
> would say quietly to her their name and she would
> tell him to go with me.
> One day during the regular school year of 65-66, I
> was on such an errand but as soon as I walked in,
> my old nemesis was in that classroom and yelled,
> "Hey look everybody! It's the Cowboy! It's the
> Then, the teacher asked me who I was there for and
> I told her the name, and she looked startled and
> said, "Why that's him!" LOL. It was my old
> I smirked and gave him the old beckoning
> When we got outside, he asked nervously and
> frightened, "What does the vice principal want
> from me?"
> I said, "Oh, you probably have to do some clean up
> or pick up litter for something you've done wrong
> at school. Can't you remember?"
> He relaxed considerably.
> And when we got to our special room, I told him,
> "Just walk through that door and wait there."
> Well, LOL. You can imagine what happened.
> No, I'm not really a Californian, Treasure, I am a
Triggered again! That was easy........
Next year we get a roof and despite the shade.......a lot more sunshine blown up our asses!!!!