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The Main thing.

It’s clear that Broken Arrow wasn’t just a one-horse town. I can see five or six in the picture, pulling wagons through the heart of the Rose District. We don’t see those except on special occasions, these days.

Main Street has changed a lot over the ten years we’ve been selling books here, but some things are pretty much as they were back in the horse and buggy days.

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If you look closely at the image (click on it for a larger view, courtesy of the BA Historical Society by way of the Ledger newspaper) you can recognize the Main Street Tavern’s brick building centered in the background. I once mentioned to the building’s owner that he had lost the pointy-thing on the roof. He assured me that it wasn’t lost at all, but was simply in storage. He said he was worried it might fall off and land on someone.

He was kidding, I think.

The building was constructed to house a bank, but these days it is home to some upscale dining with an interior and menu of the sort you might find in Dallas or Kansas City. It has been an anchor for the developing Rose District with its continued popularity, but there were plenty of evenings when The Tavern was the only establishment with the lights still on.

The north corner of the intersection – on the other hand – bears no resemblance at all these days to the structures in the picture. I’m sure it’s more readily visible in the photo down at the museum, but I can only make out the words “Meat Market” on the sign where the book shop’s awning and signage are today. By 1930, the market was known as Bynum’s Mercantile.

Books and lunchtime fare have replaced the mercantile offerings and butcher shops, but we still love our parades down Main Street. Horsepower has replaced the actual horses for the most part.

And – thank goodness – we’ve got a little pavement down Main Street these days. (Can’t imagine trying to keep the floors clean when it rained back then.)

Lori Lewis is in charge of the town’s history, and has just been elected to the Board of Directors for the Oklahoma Museums Association. Her articles about the “good ol’ days” of BA are a regular feature in the Broken Arrow Ledger and help us to appreciate how far the little town has come along since statehood.

Broken Arrow is already one of the larger cities in the state, with what has to be the largest high school enrollment in Oklahoma. The Rose District is making its own history, and – I’m happy to point out – our Main Street is home to the only bookstore and Irish Bistro in the Midwest.

So, saddle up quick and – come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main Street, Broken Arrow OK!

Thank Goodness! Thanksgiving!

Dustin bailed me out again. Thanksgiving meal in the works and I haven’t made gravy in such a long time that I’m trying to remember the steps, and then – Dustin walks in.

Thank Goodness!

Except, I really shouldn’t be thanking “Goodness.” It’s better said as “Thanks, Dustin!” Easy to take the expertise and help of others for granted, and – if for no other reason – Thanksgiving is a time for reflecting on such things.

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The newspaper reporter popped in and asked what I was thankful for this year. I didn’t want to create an entire laundry list, but truthfully, there are enough things that I could write a week’s worth of these articles.

As retailers, our family can’t travel over the holiday because the shops must be opened on Friday and Saturday. We never have a long weekend at Thanksgiving like others. But, like I told the reporter – I’m thankful that we can get together and share a meal and some conversation even if it’s our small gathering.

Instead of going out to eat this year, we turned the lights on in the Bistro kitchen this morning and cooked up what amounted to a feast – complete with stuffing and sweet potatoes and pie. Dustin bailed me out on the gravy for my mashed potatoes.

All is well in the world. At least, our small corner of it.

And I’m thankful for that.

Sometimes the small gatherings can be better appreciated than the crowded and boisterous reunions. Our family has had all kinds, but I’m especially thankful this year for the intimate meal and get-together. We decided that – separately – we don’t do much cooking just for ourselves and things like green beans and cornbread stuffing don’t wind up on the dinner table regularly.

Even though we were informal, I mentally reflected on the Thanksgiving idea.

I’m happy to say publicly how thankful I am for the many guests who allow us to serve them at lunchtime, and those who come in to find a book. I know there are other options out there and it means a lot to have people choose us. There are a number of guests who are known by name by now, and I wish we could have offered them a place at our table.

But people have their own traditions and holiday expressions. So, I’ll just pass along that – during our own little Thanksgiving get-together – so many of you are in our thoughts and our hopes for your own Happy Thanksgiving!

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Blues Burger. The Moody kind.

Before I even recognized the song carrying through the book shop, I instantly flashed to my high school days, and lunch hour in particular. Funny how memories can be triggered by our senses. It was a Moody Blues song.

The technology was a bit different back then. Eight-track tapes were on their way out and cassettes were the latest thing. The latest from the Moody Blues was called Every Good Boy Deserves Favour and several members of our lunchtime group were fans.

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Maybe it’s different now, but McAlester High School had an open campus and students had the option of eating in the cafeteria or finding a nearby restaurant. The catch was – the lunch hour was only thirty minutes or so. Fast food is faster these days. Back then, a hamburger patty didn’t hit the grill until it was ordered, which had us spending more time waiting than eating.

It’s been enough years that I can probably mention our first destination (since I’m sure no one remembers it…) was called the Copper Kettle. Probably was spelled Kopper Kettle because that’s how things were done back then. It was on the north side of Choctaw Avenue and they made such a fine diner burger that we actually had to towel-dry the grease-spattered top of the bun before we could pick it up. Big fries.

Hard to find those kind of burgers these days. (Hard to upload pictures of them too. Had to settle for a pic of Grandpa Ray at his lunch counter…)

We hatched up a plan that would allow us more time for eating instead of time waiting for those burger buns to get grease-ified. If the cook could just start frying ahead of our arrival, we could cruise in and chow down, pay up, and head out.

The Kopper Kettle chef didn’t go for that plan.

When we decided to try the drive-in on Carl Albert Parkway, the time element was more apparent. It took even longer to get from the school’s parking lot to theirs. As I remember it, we were settling the lunch bill and one of us asked if we could go ahead and order for the next day. The woman at the register wondered what they would do with all that food if we didn’t show up.

If one of us couldn’t make it, we promised, we would find a replacement eater. And if we couldn’t find someone to come eat the pre-ordered lunch, the rest of us would chip in and pay for it.

We Promised.

She bought the idea and we bought the lunches. To my knowledge, we honored our commitment and never left the proprietor hanging for a tab. And every day on the way from McAlester High School to that little drive-in restaurant we listened to loud music on the car stereo.

It never was my music since I was riding a motorcycle for part of the year and later driving a British two-seater (after the motorcycle wreck) – so, I got to hear songs I might not have otherwise.

Mostly, I remember David steering-wheel-guitar-playing to his Woodstock soundtrack, so maybe it was Joe, or Phil, or Paul – aw heck, I can’t remember just who it was that had the new Moody Blues tape. But we got enough of it on that relatively short drive to learn the words to the song choruses while digesting our steak-finger baskets, burger baskets, and foot-long cheese coneys.

Today, I was thinking about our four-man lunch sorties and the Moody Blues with their fuzz-guitar, dah-dah-dah-daaaaah, dah-dah-dah-daaaah, and the verse leading up to the chorus….

Listen to the tide slowly turning
Wash all our heartaches away
We’re part of the fire that is burning
And from the ashes we can build another day

And listening to that song, it suddenly didn’t seem like so very long ago.

We don’t have a greasy burger on our menu but we’ll get you in and out on your lunch hour with something tasty, so…

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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