Getting Our Kicks at Ken’s Pizza on Route 66

Susan and I were off work for Veterans Day, and so on Friday Susan planned a day trip for the two of us up Route 66 from Oklahoma City to Tulsa. Route 66 is a road full of nostalgia, and nothing on Friday was more nostalgic for me than our visit to Ken’s Pizza in Chandler, Oklahoma for lunch. When Susan and I were in high school we had an open campus for lunch. At twelve minutes past 11 (our lunch period was from 11:12-12:02 for some confusing reason), approximately 700 juniors and seniors poured out of our school and… (read more)

On Snow and Surgeries

Sunday morning my wife boarded a plane to California, where she is having a medical procedure performed on Wednesday. “Don’t worry,” I said. “Everything will be fine here at home.” Over the past 48 hours we’ve had record amounts of snow and low temperatures, a water pipe burst inside our house, experienced a power outage, and now we have no water. My wife was diagnosed with Lipedema, a non-life threatening condition that causes nodules to grow inside your legs. The surgery to remove the nodules is categorized as cosmetic; there are roughly 60 surgeons in the country who are trained… (read more)

Humble Pie

On Sunday, Dad treated the family to some pizza at Humble Pie in Edmond. None of us had been there before, but with a slogan that read “Humble Pie: Authentic Chicago-Style Pizza,” we hoped it would be good. When you’re in Oklahoma, “Chicago-Style” doesn’t mean much. Take pizza, for example. It could mean a flat, sausage pizza like Frank’s Pizza, a more traditional pie like Aurelio’s, or something else entirely. We get that a lot around here. It’s like half the time, people call their food “Chicago-style” because they went to Chicago once and “sorta kinda” remember what the food… (read more)