Only in Oklahoma

Backing out of the crowded post office parking lot a large truck barged in and completely blocked my exit. Oklahoma is a big truck state and so, at first, I didn't think too much about it. But as I waited there, stuck in my parking spot, I noticed that this was no ordinary truck. It towered over me with its bright red exterior with the words "DODGE 4x4, CUMMINGS Ram 2500 TURBO DIESEL" in big block letters.

As I was held hostage by this mammoth thing, I had time to think. I had mainly two thoughts: Thought #1: "Who needs a truck this big?" and #2: "What kind of person drives such a thing?".

I watched the door open up and then a small, skinny guy dressed in blue jeans, t-shirt jumped from the doorway onto the pavement. He stood about 5'4" as he stretched to get a package from the seat of his truck. As he made his way into the post offic, I caught the site of the back of his t-shirt which read, (and I promise I'm not making this up), "Testical Festival 06".

I laughed all the way through the rest of the day and in fact, shared my story with one of my friends. He looked at me with all seriousness and said, "Don't you know what that is?"

I confessed that I did not.

As it turns out, this festival is quite the event, held annually in Stillwater where folks come from miles around to the regional "calf fry". And yeah, they are frying up more than a few legs and thighs.

I have lived in many parts of the country, each with their own regional flair. And truthfully, I could have continued living in many of these cities -- New Jersey, Kansas City, Columbus. But I made a conscious effort and made my home back here in OK where I was born and raised. I could have lived anywhere and I chose here.

Still, days like this, I often wonder why.