A Little Entertainment with Your News?

Friedman of the Plains here. Thanks for the mention. I'm thinking of making it my new stage name. And I still feel for the single men of Ada, Oklahoma--those with balanced checkbooks, collision AND comprehensive on their cars, and working relationships with their ex-wives who can't buy a date. They have to be thinking. "And this Smith guy has a fiancee? WTF!" As for the entry-level Dust Bowl reporter position, fine, I accept, but I'm going to need a 3x5 index card with the word CUB or INTERN--not INCIPIENT, which I'm thinking could be misconstrued as condescending and elitist-- to stick in my Fedora before I head out to the plains again. It's a dangerous, often barren, hot (not due to global warming, mind you) land and its people don't take kindly to those without credentials who come into town and not only air their dirty laundry, but send it over the Intertoobz for comments.

That was in response to this:

Pausing for a moment to admire how handsome Utah looks up there on the auction block, we move along to Oklahoma, thanks to a tip from Friedman of the Plains, friend of the blog and incipient Dust Bowl correspondent. He hipped us to the saga of Fred E. Ray Smith, a man with a middle initial and a middle name — suspenders and a belt! — and the sad country song he has made out of his life and his campaign.

And you can read the saga here at Charlie’s blog.

...but hey, do what you want...you will anyway.