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From A to Zamperini. A story now complete.

His bio is one of those stranger than fiction tales, an epic struggle for survival that – amazingly – ended fairly well. His biography is titled Unbroken, and is to be released presently as a film directed by Anjelina Jolie.

Louis Zamperini was a speedy kid. They called him the Torrence Tornado back in those days when everybody had to have a nickname. (Maybe we haven’t outgrown that. To wit: Branjolina?) He was Jesse Owens roommate at the Berlin Olympics, taking his US National track records to the world stage.

When the US entered the second World War, Zamperini enlisted. His plane went down in the Pacific; he was assumed dead, but survived the crash only to be captured by the Japanese.

The account of his survival was published as a memoir and was optioned by Hollywood way back when, but the movie was never made. When Laura Hillenbrand penned Unbroken as a biography that expanded on the memoir, it caught the attention of Jolie, who – ironically – lives not far from Zamperini’s home.

The veteran was selected as the Grand Marshall for the 2015 Rose Parade at age 97, but his death Wednesday will leave that post vacant, and it is unfortunate that he did not have an opportunity to see his life story represented in film.

Jolie’s treatment of the biography will likely make Zamperini a much more recognizable name, although the book has done well.

It is a staggering read – not for its size – but for the impossibly difficult situations that Louis Zamperini endured and came away from – Unbroken.

He represented his country on several fronts and exemplified the human spirit that will serve to motivate others long past his death.

A recommended read… Unbroken by Laura Hellenbrand.

Come visit!

McHuston

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

Look for a sign.

Towns had to have a name when they started – otherwise, you’d ride clean through and never know that you’d been there. Some places are obvious. McAlester, Oklahoma, for example; named for J. J. McAlester who set up a trading post that became a general mercantile. He married the daughter of the Choctaw chief and earned his right to stay in the territory.

When the railroad came through and the post office needed a sign, they agreed that McAlester ought to work.

Some of the towns are named for memories. The Creek Nation gave some of its Georgia land to that state and it became a county which they named for the Coweta branch of the tribe. After the removal of the southeastern nations to the west, part of Indian Territory was called the Coweta District, and the important business was conducted at a structure on Coweta Creek. When a town grew up around it, it was only natural to call it Coweta.

Bixby?

Different story.

Luckily, a book landed on the counter today that ‘splains all about it. About the time Coweta was beginning to acquire a population for its name, a group of political appointees was gathered in the Territory doing the paperwork before a proposed bid for statehood. They called it the Dawes Commission.

The politics of it is a story told elsewhere, but that group of men determined the future of much of the area land. They were making allotments, and some of those were collected together to form townships. The area near the Arkansas River bend had a number of families living there, and you might recognize some of the names from county signage. The Haikey family (Haikey Creek), the Perrymans, Berryhills, Bruners, Childresses, and others wanted to make an official town designation and to do that, they had to get the approval of the Dawes Commission.

Like anything else, if you’re on the good side of the decision-makers, it helps get a favorable ruling. Tams Bixby was an Ohio fellow – by way of Missouri – who had been appointed to work with Charles Dawes. When the application listed Bixby as the proposed name of the new town, Mr. B was flattered. In fact, Bixby was flattered enough that he stuck around and made a name for himself to go along with the town’s sign.

Some of you will have heard KBIX radio in Muskogee (although you have to be pretty close to the transmitter…). The BIX in the call-letters alludes to Tams Bixby. He also ran the Muskogee Phoenix newspaper. Back in the 1970s, when Citizens Security Bank of Bixby celebrated its 50th Anniversary, they published a small book that noted Mr. Bixby’s son had been – until recently – still running the media corporation in Muskogee, but was building a home in Minnesota.

The stories were the work of Burkett Wamsley, who included a lot of names of his fellow residents in compiling Ad Libs to Bixby History. Those of you whose families have been in the Bixby community for a while might have been recorded for history in his book.

Have a look, when you –

Come visit!

McHuston

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

A long day. Really. Summer Solstice.

Too many years ago to count, I moved to Tulsa with a rock and roll band intent on playing the clubs. Yeah. That worked out.

There were some capital-G guitarists back then, but it was the leading edge of the change. Guitar-bangers like me got kicked to the curb in favor of folks that were taking lead guitar playing from a picka-picka style to something approaching virtuosity. We’d heard Plant and Clapton and Zappa. (Yeah. Frank Zappa. YouTube him. He WAS that good.) These guys were the exceptions.

Only, at some point – they weren’t anymore. Sure they had their experience and signature licks and people looked to them to imitate. One day everybody with a Strat woke up and could make their fingers fly and they just needed a singer to front their fretwork.

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It’s the Summer Solstice. Longest day of the year. Maybe the hottest so far, too. There are plenty of folks gathered in the Rose District this evening, sampling food truck provisions and looking over the festival wares: tie-dye tees, craftwork, and jewelry. There’s an old Royal typewriter under a canopy with a tag. $40. A little steep, I think, for a non-starter.

But the guy up on the stage? Kicked off his set with a rendition of the Star Spangled Banner that mimicked Hendrix in a mighty-fine fashion, then – midway through it – drifted off into some other machinegun musical assault. I’m thinking right off the bat that the guy has picked up a guitar before this evening. Once or twice.

In fact, back in the days when I was doing a sideman bit for DeWayne (a gifted guitarist in his own right: RIP), this guy playing on a flatbed on Main Street could have been knocking them dead at the Fillmore. (You can Google that venue, you whippersnappers.)

It makes me wonder just how many excellent guitar pickers are huddled in their living rooms hacking away and doing it ten times better than all but the cream of the crop did it not so many years ago. (Okay. Okay. So, it was a good while ago. The point is, the state of guitar playing has evolved greatly from back then to now.)

Don’t know how the first Summer Solstice festival in the Rose District will measure up, but between the heat, the hot licks, and the hot dogs, a bunch of folks ought to leave happy when it’s all sung and done.

Come visit!

McHuston

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

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