OKC 5 of 5: Bricktown & Departure May 13-14

On Wednesday, May 13th, while Robin and Jeremy were at work, and Autumn and Isaiah were at school, Frank and I decided to spend some time in the revitalized former warehouse district of section of Oklahoma City called Bricktown.  A favorite feature of this entertainment area is a canal boat ride called the Bricktown Water Taxi. We took an Uber from the hotel to browse the Bricktown area about 10 miles north and were dropped off at the entrance to the canal boat tour. 

The boat moves along at a rate slower than a walk and takes 40-45 minutes for a round trip from the upper northwest corner of the following map down southeastward to the lower edge and back up again.

The first piece of artwork we encounter on our journey was the 1150-square-foot mural As Long as the Waters Flow, a 2007 mosaic by Mary Ann Moore, installed at the northwest corner of the Bricktown Canal. "As Long as the Waters Flow" refers to President Andrew Jackson's vow to Native Americans that they shall posses their land "as long as the grass grows and the rivers run." Devon Energy funded the mosaic as part of the state's centennial celebrations. Devon Energy Corporation is an American company engaged in hydrocarbon exploration. Peeking up behind this mosaic is the tall Devon Tower (officially, the Devon Energy Center) which is a 50-story corporate skyscraper in downtown Oklahoma City. The Devon Tower is the tallest building in the state.

The next piece of art we viewed along the canal was a mural by Bob Palmer created from images of vintage postcards and aptly titled Postcard Mural. The challenges presented while painting this mural — such as resolution, night time painting, narrow ledge restrictions — are discussed in this three minute Postcard Mural YouTube video. Bob Palmer has painted numerous other murals in Oklahoma (as well as throughout the country) and perhaps Frank and I can see many more of them on our next visit to Robin and Jeremy.

For me, the highlight of the canal tour is the Centennial Land Rush Monument commemorating the Oklahoma Land Rush of 1889. Per Wikipedia and a Sage Journal publication

The sculpture was erected in 2019 and features 45 bronze statues, each one being "one-and-a-half times life-size". It took Sculptor Paul Moore over twenty years to complete this powerful work, which is one of the largest monuments in the world. The work depicts horsemen and wagons racing over the Oklahoma landscape, with a total area slightly larger than a football field. The sculpture contains masterful images of straining horses and frantic individuals caught in a vital effort to succeed in this race to claim valuable homesteads and pastureland.

Here are some images starting with the cannon shot that signaled the start of the rush to grab landsites. There are horses with riders and horses pulling wagons and various other poses from flat out runs to leaps over obstacles. 

Per the research of the Oklahoma dramaturgical team from the Ball State University College of Fine Arts, there were approximately 10 land rushes between 1889 and 1906. This multi-statued monument commemorates the first land rush in 1889 that started it all.  These land rushed occurred after President Andrew Jackson's two terms from 1829 to 1837 and his "as long as the grass grows and the rivers run" promise. All that was left of Indian Territory after 1906 is represented in grey on the map to the right. This map raises the definition of the "unclaimed" territory. The grandeur of The Centennial Land Rush Monument and its representation of an historic moment in time cannot be denied, regardless of the opinion of the legitimacy of the act it commemorates. The art impact of the sculptures themselves is magnificent.

This blog is intended to be a lighthearted account of our wandering and pondering and not a political platform. Sometimes though, as I go down the rabbit hole of internet research, I find an article that sparks thought. Such was this essay by a Massachusetts College professor who was raised in Oklahoma, commenting on the Oklahoma Land Rush entitled History is Written by the Victors, but it’s Victims Who Write the Memoirs.

Was it a momentous day for American Manifest Destiny, a victory of rugged individualism and the indomitable pioneer spirit over the untamed wilderness, an enormous transfer of wealth and an opportunity for everyone, including women and African Americans, to become landowners? Or just another treaty-breaking, land-grabbing swindle by a colonizing federal government that had already nearly eradicated many Native American tribes and forced survivors onto inhospitable parcels of “Indian Territory?”

The  recurring question is the conflict between preserving history with its flaws and mistakes versus eradicating it. I am pleased to see how Oklahoma acknowledges and emphasizes its Native American heritage without sweeping it under a rug. Similar when I went to Georgia in 2019, it was encouraging to see how that state acknowledged its treatment of slaves rather than burying it. The previous quoted essay about victors and victims cites approaches in other states; it is well worth reading.

As our canal boat tours draws to a close at our origin dock Frank and I contemplate a stroll around the more compact commercial/entertainment area of Bricktown, taking in local flavor. For the second photo of Frank, my iPhone was mistakenly set on portrait mode. I got a repeat image of Frank when my goal was a focus on the bison in the background behind him as a symbolic idiosyncrasy of the area.

We walked by an outdoor themed miniature golf feature with the publicity, 

Brickopolis Miniature Golf on the Bricktown Canal offers the ultimate miniature golf experience in Downtown Oklahoma City! Putt your way through 18 holes of obstacles, bridges, and cascading waterfalls.

What particularly caught my eye were more bison plus a wolf and deer. For other pictures of the course, check out A Couple of Putts. The weather was warm, and had the course been a bit more shaded, we might have given it a try. But we strolled on, keeping in the shade of the buildings.

The cartoon charters on the Brickopolis sign fascinated me. I learned they are not random but represent state symbols of Oklahoma.

Then we had the idea of seeing much more of Bricktown and downtown OKC in the comfort of an air-conditioned trolley. We caught one not far down from the baseball stadium and rode the full round trip route as shown in pink in the following map. There is a lower loop that runs counter clockwise and transitions to a clockwise direction for the upper loop. We essentially started in the lower loop at the Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark, located on the lowest stretch of the map. Frank and Robin attended a game there when she first moved to Oklahoma and bought her first house.

The ballpark is named in honor of the Chickasaw Nation. The Chickasaw Nation in Oklahoma is the 13th-largest federally recognized tribe in the United States. Most of their descendants remain as residents of what is now Oklahoma.They traditionally followed a kinship system of matrilineal descent, in which inheritance and descent are traced through the maternal line. Children are considered born into the mother's family and clan, and gain their social status from her. Women controlled most property and hereditary leadership in the tribe passed through the maternal line. I did find it ironic that even with a maternal line of history, the great seal is still that of a man.

The next notable area on the trolley route was Scissortail Park which contains the Skydance Bridge, a pedestrian bridge to cross Interstate 40, also known as Scissortail Bridge.

Architects Hans and Torrey Butzer conceived of the bridge as being inspired by the mating dance of the scissor-tailed flycatcher, Oklahoma's state bird. The double-winged structure would be a sculptural landmark and provide support to a pedestrian deck that connects two portions of Oklahoma City's Scissortail Park. ... The location of the bridge was chosen as part of the "Core to Shore" initiative, which was intended to connect the core of downtown Oklahoma City to the shore of the Oklahoma River.

Had we gotten off at this stop, we may have walked across the bridge just for the experience. Perhaps we will do this on another visit, in cooler weather. The bridge is also famous enough that a quilt replicating it was made by the Oklahoma City Modern Quilt Guild as a fund raising community quilt and selected to be exhibited at the Modern Quilt Guild’s national QuiltCon.

The next stop on the trolley route was Myriad Gardens. Here is an overview of the 15-acre landscaped area in the heart of OKC metropolitan area. Featured in the center is the crystal bridge. Robin told us it is beautiful and we should walk across it. We looked deep into the park as the trolley rolled by and it did look tempting. Next time. This is yet another attraction to add to our list of things to do on our next visit.

Just north of Myriad Gardens, we passed next to Devon Tower, which we had viewed from our canal boat ride. Exiting our counterclockwise course of the lower trolley loop, we entered the northern loop in a clockwise direction. The northern loop passed through the metropolitan area of OKC, taking us past the library and law school, without much worthy of note other that the overall ambiance of a city's downtown. On the way back south though, we could gaze into the lawn area of the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum with its 168 chairs for the victims of the 1995 bombing of the federal building. This was one of the first places Frank and I visited on our first trip to OKC. It is still a sobering moment to see, even without venturing inside the museum building. The chairs are arranged in nine distinct rows to symbolize the nine floors of the building with nineteen of the chairs being smaller to represent the children who lost their brief lives. This Wikipedia article gives more information.

In exploring the internet for this blog post, I saw many articles about the survivors and the victims since it is now 30 years later. This one about PJ Allen, the youngest survivor of the blast, 18 months old at the time, I found particularly worthy of note.

When the trolley re-entered the Bricktown District, Frank and I got off, just before the Mickey Mantle stop. We browsed briefly in The Painted Door, a gift boutique with many eclectic wares to amuse and corresponding prices that did not amuse. This store was still a fun place to look even if it was not a fun place to buy.

Next door was the  The Old Spaghetti Factory; they restaurant and the store even shared elegant bathroom facilities. We decoded to have lunch at The Old Spaghetti Factory.  The ambience was kinda neat but we only ate a portion of our meal and took the remainder of it with us to go. 

Apparently the roof top is reputed to have a good view, but we decided to forgo it during the heat of the day. Maybe one evening on our next trip out to OKC ...? The proximity of the Painted Door to the restaurant is visible in the following photo.

After eating we took an Uber back to Robin and Jeremy's house. That evening we managed to fit in some games — adults only, kids opted out. We enjoyed a few rounds of SkyJo but called it an early evening. Frank and I had to pack and get some rest before our flight(s) back to California the next day. Robin and Jeremy drove us back to our hotel and came up to the comfort our suite, visiting for a bit longer. This bonus time was an enjoyable closure to our excellent, even if a bit hectic, visit.

On Thursday, May 14th we flew back home to California. We had two flights, connecting in Denver. In flight, we learned to our surprise that even though we had two flight numbers with two board passes for each of us, it was the same plane. We did not have to get off and make a mad dash (in wheelchairs) to another gate. We did have to change seats, however, but that was no big deal. Once in San Jose we observed the following rotating sculpture. Curious, I looked up its story.

It is titled Space Observer, created in 2010 by artist Björn Schülke. Other views and background of this mesmerizing, motorized sculpture can be found in this digiart link. Per the San Jose facility directory of public art collections and this San Jose Government public document

Space Observer is a landmark artwork located on the airport's highly trafficked meeting, greeting, and circulation mezzanine. In an airport, one of the most highly secured and surveilled public facilities of our modern time, the sculpture's whimsical, yet high tech aesthetic and use of surveillance technology, reinforce the San Jose Airport's Art + Technology Program theme. Reminiscent of a space craft, this glossy white 26' tall sculpture, perched on a tripod of 8' tall legs, explores the interactivity between humans and modern technology. When a passer-by engages with this elaborate yet delicate object it quietly rotates following him or her with the aid of two propeller-tipped arms. Its eye reveals images picked up from embedded cameras. As stated by the artist, "it can recognize you and detect your movement setting off a trigger of kinetic responses like a conversation or a dance". The placement of the sculpture was designed to reinforce passenger way finding towards either security (north) or baggage claim (south)

This was the final item we observed during what was, in retrospect, an art-centric visit. Between the visual art of a stage production with Autumn, the historical art within the Cowboy Museum, the mosaic and painted murals along the Bricktown canal boat ride, and the bronze statues both at the Cowboy Museum and in Bricktown, we have been culturally enhanced. Plus all of this enrichment is plunked right in the middle of the laughter, hugs, and interactions with family! What a great trip!

For links to the previous four posts about this visit see:

• OKC 1 of 5: May 8-10    Arrival and Legally Blonde Jr
• OKC 2 of 5: May 10       Post show and Mother's Day
• OKC 3 of 5: May 11       Cowboy Museum
• OKC 4 of 5: May 12       Chilling at home with kids
• OKC 5 of 5: May 13-14  Bricktown and departure (this post)

New Livermore "Hot" Spot

Livermore has a new place to chill outdoors and enjoy a tall, soft-serve ice cream cone. The nostalgic part about this announcement is that the location is in what used to be the Bank of the West building on the corner of Second Street and South Livermore Avenue. Frank and I had banked here since our arrival in Livermore in 1976. The building, which is diagonally across from the Livermore Post Office, is now the site of the Meadowlark Dairy - Livermore.

Friday afternoon, April 3rd, after a visit to our tax service to complete that annual ritual, we stopped to get a soft-serve cone and check out the Meadowlark Dairy. A silhouette of a cow wearing shades greeted us at the entrance. Frank ordered a large coffee cone and I ordered a medium chocolate cone. Both were very generously sized. I struggled, but managed to finish all of mine, but Frank had to forgo the last bit of his. Next time we will wisely order a medium and a small. There will be a next time. The ice cream was very good and the prices quite reasonable.

To the left as you enter are freezer cases with an extensive array of grocery goods for purchase. While waiting in the serpentine line in front of the glass refrigerator doors, we enjoyed the murals on the far right wall.

Here is Frank gazing through the exit door just before our departure. Our outing (after the taxes... groan) made for a fun informal date. We sat a a small table on the side as we licked our cones and watched the local folk of Livermore pass by. Loard's is still our favorite place for sundaes with its indoor pink and white decor, but Meadowlark Dairy certainly merits a return visit for taste and ambience and al fresco dining pleasure.

SoCal Visit to Friends

Frank and I traveled to Southern California Tuesday, October 28th through Friday, October 31st to visit our friends John & Marita who had downsized about two years ago. They'd relocated from the town of Pleasanton, adjacent to our town of Livermore, to a smaller house in Laguna Niguel. Although we zoom with them every two weeks, we still knew we would enjoy a person-to-person get together. We UBER'd to the Oakland airport, a 28.43 mile trip which took 34 minutes. Security was not backed up and went as well as could be expected — except for a small glitch with me. I set off the metal detecters ...whah, whah, whah... !
 

Metal in your body, asked the agent?     No, that is my husband, not me.

Cell phone in the bin?     Yup, not the culprit. 

Could it be my underwire bra?     Not likely.

Anything in your pockets ma'am? I don't think so... Aha!

I thought these candy wrappers were cellophane, but apparently the foil from three of these little Werther's Original candies was enough to set off the system. Live and learn. Frank with his hip replacement filed through without any fuss. It was me with my candies that upset the apple cart. Of course one of my powder medications had to be pulled side and scanned, lest it be an explosive, but I was expecting that. It happens every time I travel.

After the excitement and once we were at our gate, we learned that our Southwest Airlines flight from OAK (Oakland) to SNA (Orange County) was only 75% full. We had the luxury of an empty seat between us for the 1½ hours of air time. 

Flight #4035 actually took off a bit early and we arrived early. Interesting enough, the UBER pickup point at SNA is on the third floor of the parking garage and into curbside. Within minutes we had a ride, though. Our UBER trip to our hotel from the airport was 21.41 miles and took 35 minutes. So far our trip was smooth sailing. Our timing had been lucky. Our driver told us that there had been a recent fatal motorcycle crash on the southbound 405 Freeway near Irvine Spectrum that very morning, resulted in lane closures and significant traffic delays. He said the route we would have taken earlier in the day had been closed for four hours. We were fortunate to have missed it.

Our hotel was the Hampton Inn & Suites by Hilton, chosen for its proximity to John & Marita's home. We had a room with two queen beds. Room 336 was tucked away in inner corner of the hotel and we had an angled view of the pool. John joked that we had a room with an ocean view. I also picked this place because, beside the free breakfast, the lobby had a pantry where we could purchase snacks to take back to our room anytime. Yes, we did cave and get Tate's chocolate chip cookies and Lays potato chips each night.

John picked us up in his new all electric car and drove us to his house 4.5 miles and about 10 minutes away. Their small economy sized car accommodated Frank and me, our luggage, and Frank's rollator with ease. John and Marita had done a lot of updates to the one-story home. One update was a charging station in the garage for their all-electric car. Frank and I had no checked luggage this trip, only carry-ons. This jaunt was our first time traveling this light and it was great. Inside the one-story, three bedroom home was bright and airy with almost an entire wall of sliding doors out to the backyard. Marita had heated a HUGE Costco Chicken Pot Pie; as soon as we entered the house we inhaled the luscious aroma. HUGE is really big. That pot pie fed four adults for both Tuesday and Thursday nights. Marita had steamed a side of fresh broccoli to go with it each time. We sat and relaxed in pleasant conversation with no plan other than to relax and soak in each other's company.

We were to enjoy their home and hospitality Tuesday evening followed by Wednesday/Thursday days. The covered back patio extend about 20 feet or so and then the yard transitioned to a steep incline, beautifully landscaped and extending far up the hill. We basked in the sunny, balmy, temperate weather outside as we sat on that patio. As we were relaxing in quiet conversation and catching up, I spotted a coyote meandering along the ridge line of the neighbor's yard. As he was winding his way downhill, we watched in subdued wonder. We did agree though, that if he got too much closer we would go indoors; but we did not have to. 

One consequence of all those lovely hills was that cellphone reception was tricky. We would need to alter settings on our cell phones to accept calls via Wi-Fi. After a fair amount of Googling, John finally found detailed instructions on setting this configuration for our iPhone 16s. Apparently there was a radio button acknowledging our acceptance of some random "terms"; the button was sufficiently small and camouflaged that we missed clicking it multiple times. That's OK. Solving the problem was part of Wednesday afternoon's "entertainment" for a bunch of nerds. Marita had gone to a knitting class so this cell phone exercise kept us amused in her absence. We also watched a movie.

We purposely chose a movie we'd all seen so that talking during it would not be a problem. I had recalled getting an email noting that The Man from U.N.C.L.E. movie was going away from Prime on October 31st. Afterwards, although you probably could stream it from elsewhere, you would have to pay to rent to watch. Streaming the 2015 movie The Man from U.N.C.L.E., rated 7.2 on IMDb, was every bit as enjoyable to me as the first and second times I have watched it. Snatching a few zzzz's during the movie worked out well for John, Frank, and me at various points throughout. We joked that we thought when Marita returned we should stage a scene with all three of us napping while the TV blared something obnoxious. The proposal was an appealing idea, but we did not deploy it.

Another movie we watched, this time with Marita, was the 2010 movie Knight and Day rated 6.3 on IMDb but really enjoyable. John told us you don't have to follow the plot. The plot is just a vehicle to get you from one action scene to another with no need to understand or anticipate. He was right. Knight and Day, starring Cruise and Cameron Diaz, was a fun, tongue-in-cheek romp, with non-stop action that avoided being gorily violent. Knight and Day was also pleasantly sprinkled with a little risqué sexiness.

Our son, Dan, happened to be in the area for business and he was able to get together with John & Marita and Frank & me for dinner Wednesday night. Since Dan used to live in the area, he suggested a good Mexican restaurant Avila's El Ranchito in Foothill Ranch, CA. The food was very, very good. Dan's personality is such that he was able to fit right in with our group of four; the conversation and laughing were pretty non-stop.

Dan ordered a large margarita not realizing just how LARGE, "large" really was. Seeing it next to his sunglasses for calibration, that margarita was pretty much close to the size of Dan's head! After dinner Dan drove us back to our hotel before going to his. We had the opportunity for a brief visit with him during the half-hour drive to our hotel. Seeing him during this trip was a happy happenstance.

On Thursday we played some games. Our version of Rummikub has six additional bonus joker tiles beyond the standard version. I brought those tiles with me so we could add them in and use them in our own Chambers-personalized 2-D rules for crossword type Rummikub. This version with the bonus jokers is available exclusively from Target. We played SEQUENCE in person as the game was designed. Every other week we play with John & Marita over a zoom call with a specially marked playing board and double the number of card decks. Frank wants it pointed out that when we played SKYJO, he came in first.

While the chicken pot pie was warming in the oven we put together a 300-piece version of a Charles Wysocki puzzle named Mr. Swallowbark, a broom maker. After dinner we sat around and chatted a bit more before we said our goodbyes and John drove us back to our hotel. Our in-person visit was fantastic. It was an enjoyable cherry on top of the treat of having zoom calls every other Monday with awesome friends.

The next morning, Frank and I took an UBER to the airport. Our UBER driver for our return to the airport on Friday told us that he himself had been stuck in that backup for 1½ hours with a passenger. We learned that the UBER stated fare remains the stated fare, and there is no adjustment for traffic delays no matter how extensive. Our curbside drop off at SNA went smoothly and we got to our gate in plenty of time. I expected there to be lots of costumes since we were traveling on Halloween. There were a fair number of folks dressed in black and orange, but there were very few costumes. Our stewardess wore ghost earrings. One last perk of this trip... our flight had 23 empty seats so once again Frank and I had a vacant seat between us. SWA Flight 4274 also took off early and landed early! The travel gods continued to smile on us, even all the way back to our home in Livermore. The 28 mile, 52 minute UBER ride was also uneventful. Glad we went and also glad to be home!