Oh my garsh

Big hailstorm Sunday back in the land of my birth. The wind comes right behind the plain … and fucks shit up. I feel bad for everyone’s car. I also feel bad for watching these over and over. I love the people and their acksints. Sounds like home; looks like it too. I can almost smell that wonderful ozoney storm smell.

Here’s a video somebody shot inside Penn Square Mall in Oklahoma City. Wait and see what happens around the 4:15 marker…

Who here remembers when Penn Square didn’t even have a roof or a second floor? (Back in the John A. Brown’s and Rothschild’s days.) Good thing it did here. And whoever built that roof in the late ’80s? Nice work — seriously.

This one’s great, because it looks like it’s one of them richie houses out in Edmond. (“Oh, no. Look at Mom’s orange tree.”) The pool really tells the story — watch at least until 1:45.

And this one’s great because it’s not in McMansionville. (“Yew had a nice car fer about a munth…”)


  1. Ben Montgomery on May 18, 2010 at 4:18 pm

    I love in video 1 (circa :30) when homie, staring up, calls it: “Sounds like baseball-saz hail.”

  2. Suzanne Branch on May 19, 2010 at 1:20 pm

    I know the architect who designed the Penn Square Mall enclosure project and will pass along your regards for the roof!

  3. Derba on May 19, 2010 at 11:00 pm

    You can hear Gary England’s voice in the background at the beginning of video three.
    Makes me homesick. Kinda sorta.

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