An old post, from February. But new to you!
Today we are on a bump in the road north of Tulsa, which is a bump in the road north of Oklahoma City, which is not a place you would want to go if you have any say in the matter. However, the hotel we were dumped in is quite nice, one of the La Quinta marks and features a lady who picked us up from Jude's Health and Java House, which we had jogged to along an autodisaster of a road. She drove a late 90s Lexus, which still seems like a nice car if you keep it clean. Jude's should have a halo over it. Not only do they pour ristretto shots as with all the rusty goodness of someone who has seen a photo of Seattle or Rome, but they make soups with hyphenated names.
Due to the existence of some family members in this area, we learned that Jude is quite a guy and this is his second store. As I imagined folklahomans to be quite against the idea of a tiny cup of coffee for $2, we was pleasantly surprised at their acceptance of our very non-heartlandish habit. Those who are in their 80s and have lived in the center of the continent their whole lives frequently count full-blooded Native Americans among their Grandparents. Back east, there were not as many Natives around that time. Something James Madison or whatever.
Due to the existence of some family members in this area, we learned that Jude is quite a guy and this is his second store. As I imagined folklahomans to be quite against the idea of a tiny cup of coffee for $2, we was pleasantly surprised at their acceptance of our very non-heartlandish habit. Those who are in their 80s and have lived in the center of the continent their whole lives frequently count full-blooded Native Americans among their Grandparents. Back east, there were not as many Natives around that time. Something James Madison or whatever.

