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Trail of Tears

March 14, 2013 By Talya Tate Boerner 7 Comments

I’ve had my share of unfortunate events in the state of Oklahoma. From the Red River to the Arkansas River, a strange cloud hovers over and follows me until I maneuver through my own trail of tears safely back to home base. 
During the past six months, 
I received a speeding ticket in Atoka,

dined with a prison chain gang in Eufala,
cleaned dog puke in Vian,
idled on the side of the road in mid-Nowhere
 when the Lake Eufaula bridge was closed.

B-U-T….
I believe my Oklahoma luck is changing.
(insert wood knocking here)
During my most recent drive back to Dallas, my dashboard was lit with orange warning lights.

Mr. Dallas car dealership man, unaware of my bad Sooner karma, assured me the car was safe to drive home. Even so, I fully expected to be stranded in Stringtown. Amazingly, I made it home without incident. And Even More Exciting, while crossing Lake Eufaula, I thought of a possible name for my book…

talya

Musical Pairing:

Strange Things, Randy Newman

Knock knock…

October 15, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner 9 Comments

Who’s there?
Girl.
Girl who?
Girl Who Drives With Lead FOOT!
Yes. I got ANOTHER speeding ticket. For those of you keeping score, that’s two tickets in six weeks...
I managed to go thirty years without a ticket and now I seem to be supplying all the little speed traps in Oklahoma and Arkansas with donuts and coffee. Much like the popular adopt-a-highway program… Go ahead and put me down to sponsor Atoka and Augusta.

I collect tickets in each state like my mother collects shot glasses. 

I need to stay put.
To avoid the constant highway construction between Memphis and Little Rock, I thought I would be OhSoClever and take Highway 64 from Marion to Bald Knob. As if the names themselves don’t imply this, there’s not much between here and there. Earle, Parkin, Wynne, little towns with one stop light surrounded by cotton fields begging to be picked. Towns with old water towers begging to be climbed. Towns with empty roads begging to be drag-raced.

Towns where they grow giant junior high girl basketball players. We Keiser Yellow Jackets have first hand knowledge.

Towns with bored yet overly zealous cops.
When you take the back roads to avoid interstate construction delays and instead spend an extra thirty minutes on the side of a ditch enjoying a speeding ticket delay, the advantage quickly evaporates.
When you have Texas tags, the cop seems extra snarky. 

Lady, do you have any recent moving violations?
Ummm, maybe…. (probably not the best answer but I was smiling)
WHAT? (not smiling)
Well, I got a ticket last month in Oklahoma, but the officer said it wouldn’t go on my record.

(I was trying my best to show him I was wearing a Razorback t-shirt… IF you know what I mean.) 

Rudely, he never noticed. Too much fire spewing from his evil eyeballs.

Turns out the good sooners in Oklahoma didn’t report my ticket, which is probably why I’m not in the Augusta, Arkansas jailhouse trying to make bail. I quickly did the mental math and realized maybe I should slow down.
Later, on the other side of Texarkana, I came upon a fatal car accident with Care Flight, bodies strewn about the road, and an SUV in a tree. Perhaps my ticket was a good thing.
leadfoot
Musical Pairings:
Bat out of Hell, Meat Loaf

A Ticket in Atoka

September 7, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner 10 Comments

Atoka, Oklahoma
Population 3,250

Driving through eastern Oklahoma where the wind comes whippin’ down the plains is a whippin’. JustPlainBoring. You gotta be from there to love it. Carrie Underwood and those devoted OU Sooners call the Cherokee nation heavenly, but I have to use my imagination.

The drive is an unofficial tollroad for Razorback fans consisting of speed trap towns strung together just close enough that I don’t fall asleep behind the wheel. As I blink entering the outskirts of these tiny Oklahoma towns, the speed limit rapidly decreases from 75 to 45 within half the distance of a football field. Identifying the ‘outskirts’ is tricky too. It all looks the same. 
Between these speed traps, when the road is bare and nondescript without even tumbleweeds to break the monotony, there are miles and miles of orange highway department cones. Alleged highway construction. Fines quadruple in work zones…

In the 1800s, this route was part of the Butterfield Overland Stage Road for mail delivery. I can easily imagine buffalo grazing and cowboys riding through the prairie grass. I entertain myself attempting to pronounce the wild-indian-named towns such as Poteau and Chocotah and Tahlequah. I look for the Eufaula prison trash gang – I have fond memories of the lunch we shared together once upon a time.
I stay alert by watching for escaped prisoners-turned-hitchhikers around the Oklahoma State Penitentiary at McAlester. And the next Choctaw Casino headliner is always big news. Rick Springfield on 09-13.
I try not to speed. I am very aware. However, a few miles on the other side of Atoka, blue lights behind me. Some sucker is getting stopped. Some sucker will be paying a toll.

I was that sucker. I got a ticket in Atoka. Oh the alliteration.
Deputy Fife – How are you today?
Me – Great! And you?
Lucy and Annabelle – Whining loudly in back.
Deputy Fife – Do you know why I stopped you?
Me – No sir. Really I didn’t.
Deputy Fife – I stopped you because you were going 69 in a 55 back before Atoka.
Me – Really? I know I slowed down to 45 by the time I was driving through – I looked at my speedometer.
Deputy Fife – Not soon enough. I followed you doing 69 for miles.
Me – Miles? Did you say miles? There are no miles in Atoka….! From one end to the other might be a half mile…..! (I only thought this. I didn’t actually say any of this. I still thought I might charm my way out of a ticket. Silly me.)
Lucy and Annabelle – Howling loudly in back.
Deputy Fife – Are you heading back home to Texas?
Me – Yes, sir. Still smiling. 
Deputy Fife – Do you have a clean driving record?
Me – Yes sir. I handed over my insurance and driver’s license. He went to his car while I re-thought my driving outfit. Not nearly charming enough…
Lucy and Annabelle – Vicious.
Barney came back and explained how he would do me a favor and defer my ticket. For a mere $160 he wouldn’t report it to the State of Oklahoma nor to my insurance. Atoka gets to keep the entire ‘toll’ rather than sending a cut to the state…
Of course I’m glad it won’t be reported to my insurance, but this whole “here’s what I’m gonna do for you little lady” thing rubbed me wrong. This was a modern day Atoka stagecoach robbery! Barney rightfully assumes no one wants to spend $50 in gasoline to make the fabulous drive back to Atoka to dispute a $160 ticket. Who wants to spend the day at the Atoka courthouse?
Me! I have nothing better to do on October 3. Anyone want to join me for lunch in Atoka? It’s a lovely drive this time of year. If there were any trees, the leaves would be changing. 

talya

Musical Pairings:

A donkey ride through hell. – Constance Snodgrass Donels

Jessie’s Girl – Rick Springfield

Undo It – Carrie Underwood

Talya Tate Boerner


Hi! I'm Talya. Writer, Reader, Arkansas Master Naturalist / Master Gardener, Author of

THE ACCIDENTAL SALVATION OF GRACIE LEE (2016)

GENE, EVERYWHERE: a life-changing visit from my father-in-law (2020)

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