When visiting small towns in Oklahoma, there’s always a chance you’ll see one, two, maybe a whole team of them. It’s shocking at first, and then disheartening. You don’t want to blame the whole community and you try hard not to, but realizing you’re, for the most part, on enemy territory, there are sometimes when it’s best to keep quiet and just leave. But let’s start at the beginning…
It was a friend’s belated birthday and, presented with a few options, we decided to head on out to McLoud for their famed Blackberry Festival, a seemingly lighthearted afternoon where we could stuff our faces with the noir fruit until we realized one of us has a deadly allergy to berries and must be rushed to the hospital to have our stomachs blissfully pumped. Or something like that...