Oddly enough I was a Missouri native transplanted to southern OK at the time and I felt like Superman.

We got hammered and it was a month before we had power at our place, and we were stuck out of work and with little to no town infrastructure up and running for at least two weeks.

I pushed people out of flat sections of road (because in OK you apparently can get stuck just trying to move forward at a stoplight) with my Ford Taurus on mud tires and we kept the house warm with fish fryers in the living room and blankets stapled to the living room doorways.

We drank ice cold beer we kept on the porch and I literally cooked a few squirrels, because “well we’re supposed to be in survival mode, right?” My wife was less than enthused… and ate spaghetti and meatballs she cooked on the fish fryer…

Now I know why everyone looks at me weird when I love days like today…