I'm safe and sound back in Okiehomie town. I love being back in my stompin grounds, my roots. And I've been reminded of what is so great about Oklahoma and being an Oklahoman. First was the sunset as my plane was landing. It was like a welcome home banner in the sky and I just had to take note of it as I wrote furiously in my leatherbound. Amidst all the scrawling rigamarole on the page, was a simple "I love Oklahoma sunsets, I'm home." Then this morning I ran to the post office to buy some holiday stamps for some Christmas greetings. And I knew by all the hellos and Merry Christmases and jolly chit chat happening in the very crowded, very near closing post office, that I was home. Bless this darling outcast of all regions state (oh no, it's true. The midwest won't claim us because we're too much in the middle, the south pretends we don't exist because we're too far north even though some of our boys fought with the Confederates during The War, and we're not the west .Anyway) and the kind dear hearted people that live here. We may be an interesting breed, but at least we're a polite one. A breed where everyone's your neighbor, especially at Christmas. (was that sufficiently Hallmark Christmas movie enough? Yeah, I thought so too, but it doesn't make it any less true).