I will never again be able to ride in an elevator with an old white lady without wondering whether she's secretly (and rather breathlessly) fantasizing about being a huge black man. Of course, if she was really the Shawn Kemp of elevator operators, she'd be bathing in Twinkie filling and sweating out a few dozen late child support payments.
I mean, what the hell would OK City have in place of the Space Needle in this spot? A barn?
If you haven't already check out Paul Shirley's book...good stuff...lots of good blog material.
Geno