The first time I was in Tulsa in the Summer of 1978 was on a business trip of sorts. I had a little time off in the late afternoon so I went for a walk along some narrow road in an older part of town. There were tiny vine covered porches and folks sitting out talking and they greeted me, a stranger, with great warmth and friendliness. I spied a couple of scissor tailed flycatchers which I had never encountered before. I'm a bit of a birder so that was a thrill in and of itself as they are a very beautiful and graceful bird. On into dusk the fireflies began to wink on their lights. I was thoroughly enchanted, nostalgic for a past that was not mine. I felt as though I had been transported into an other's dream and I envied that person. Charming and charmed.