Last weekend I traveled to Tulsa for the wedding of my third grandson. What can I say? Beautiful bride, handsome groom, meaningful service for two young people eager to establish a Christian home. True for all my grandsons’ weddings.
But here I want to talk about Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain … through the neighborhoods and around the city skyscrapers. Under the right conditions, the Oklahoma wind can turn an umbrella inside out, put the trampoline on the deck and make a pop fly into an over the fence home run. This is the norm.
After the ceremony, we stepped out of the church into the sun. It was not yet 7:00 p.m. and still very hot. A slight breeze was stirring and felt good as we stood there dressed to the nines. A second later a gust of wind swooped down and then up, gaining strength and velocity. My hairdo lifted, stood on end for a bit then settled about my face. Another wedding guest did a great imitation of Marilyn Monroe standing on the air vent, as her skirt blew up and around her waist despite her efforts to hold it in place.
In a moment it was over. We looked around to see if anyone had observed our embarrassment … our less-than-coolness. Apparently not. Those native to the state accept the crazy wind as part of the life and charm of Oklahoma. They tie down lawn furniture, put bricks on their garbage can lids and hold on to their hats … and skirts.