Sunday, November 27, 2005

In Pre-Production

We are currently in pre-production for Homeless For The Holiday and will not post much of anything else until after 11 January 2006, the last day all the Tulsa candidates for public office declare their official intentions with the Tulsa County Election Board.

Make Tulsa Weird, Tulsa ElectionWatch, and Attention: Jeff Martin posts will be updated. Happy Holidays!

Friday, November 25, 2005

Buy Nothing Christmas

Buy Nothing Day

Every year on the Friday after T-Day, Tulsa Indy Gazetter celebrate Buy Nothing Day, by sitting in the basement without electricity.

Daniel Ellsberg Arrested In Crawford, TX

Police arrested Pentagon Paper leaker, Daniel Ellsberg, in Crawford, TX, on Wednesday, 23 NOV 2005. Ellsberg was part of a group protesting the Crawford car ban.

Make Tulsa Weird

Sublimal religious icon on Tulsa's public right-of-way?
Got Condom?
Cheesecake factory on Harvard.
Reserved parking for Tulsa's richest family.
Everybody needs a helping hand every now and then. Broken-down United Way bus getting a lift. Downtown Tulsa
More new jobs for Tulsa.
Dude guarding the White Rose on 11th Street.
Billboard. Downtown Tulsa.
Inspired by our astute partners-in-crime, The Other Side Of Thought, and Keep Austin Weird, Make Tulsa Weird campaign chronicles all things in Weird Tulsa.

Do you have an idea to make Tulsa weird? Post it here. We'll help you! In fact, we'll bring a film crew too. tulsaindygazetter(AT)yahoo(Dot)com.

UPDATE--26 NOV 2005:.

Beginning Monday, 28 November 2005, Tulsa Indy Gazetters will fan out across Tulsa with the Oklahoma State flag, bearing this message: Merry Christmas, Mr. Hussein. We will ask Tulsa citizens to sign the flag. On 18 December 2005, we will send the flag to Saddam Hussein in Bagdad Abu Ghrib Prison.

On Christmas Eve, TIG invites Tulsans to join Santa at our branch office at the 41st Street Panera Bakery to send Saddam Hussein Christmas greetings on Yahoo Messenger ID: TulsaIndyGazetter. Webcast begins at 12 noon, CDT, GMT -6.

Though we realize it is Christmas Eve, not Halloween, TIG encourages webcast participants be in costume. In association with Section 8 FilmWorx, a short film will be produced for later webstreams. Why? Because it's Christmas. In life, we be bad. In hell, we repent.

Mr. Paul Nichols, immortalized as the first signer of Oklahoma's Christmas card to Mr. Hussein. Vistor to our South Tulsa Branch office. Howdy, neighbor!

Thank you for pitching a dollar for the postage fund! We wish you lots of "up's" for the rest of the year!

UPDATE: 23 DEC 2005--The Christmas card for Mr. Hussein was quietly mailed from the 51st and Sheridan USPS station at 1120. It was addressed to The Honorable Saddam Hussein, Baghdad County Correctional Facility, BCCF, Baghdad, IRAQ. According to the postal clerk, it should be there in two weeks.

We have many mixed feelings about the Christmas card leaving our possession. It has been a part of our lives for sometime. Not a day went by that we did not think of Mr. Hussein and we have been keeping up with the trial, mostly while multitasking in the bathroom.

The Christmas card will do one of three things. It might return, unable to deliver. The security situation for Iraq postal workers must be unbelievable. FedEx wanted to charge $80 USD for air priority. They said that's the only way they'll send it. We said "Adios, we'll find another way."

It might actually get to Mr. Hussein. Or, it might disappear into the Postal Zone. Who knows? Wish the Christmas card lotsa luck in reaching its destination.

As of this post, the trial of Mr. Hussein is on hiatus for 30 days. Mr. Hussein's defense seems to be stalling for time. Livin' another day. The Rare Earth tune comes to mind.

UPDATE: 5 DEC 2005

When Santa Attacks!--A horde of Santas on bicycles invaded Tulsa streets and highways this morning during rush hour. Eyewitness, police scanner, and radio traffic reports indicate Santas were spotted across Tulsa, as far south as 101st and Memorial, as far north as Cherokee Industrial Park, as far west as Riverside Dr., and as far east as the airport.

At approximately 0750, KRMG reported a Santa sighting on the westbound Broken Arrow Expressway between Harvard and Yale. At about 0830, traffic reporter John Filbeck indicated traffic on the B.A. was back up 5 miles from the Utica exit on the west to approximately 129th East Ave.

There was some speculation on the legality of bicycling on the expressways. KRMG devoted a total of seven minutes on the story.

To contain and control the Santa invasion, Tulsa Police dispatched several units from the same crack squad that broke up a Nazi terrorist plot in Downtown Tulsa last month. One unit was even pulled off from arresting a TU football player caught violating Tulsa Revised Ordinance Chapter 27 Section 1213.

From scanner reports, a TPD unit stopped a Santa on the westbound Broken Arrow Expressway, at the Utica exit.

Eyewitnesses report that Santa had his arm in the air, waving wildly at the mass of drivers stuck in the traffic jam. Apparently, Santa was promoting a radio station. A sign on the back of the bicycle says, "460-KRMG LIVE." As of 30 November, KRMG is rated number 2 in the Tulsa market, with a 6.9 share, almost a full point behind KWEN, another Cox property.

Unnamed sources inside Cox Radio, the owner of KRMG, indicated a Santa was seen in the lobby last Monday, with an appointment to see Joe Kelly, the morning drive host. A Tulsa Indy e-mail requesting information about the meeting has thus far been unanswered.

At approximately 0845 on the scanner, Tulsa Police officer, badge ID 1525, of the Uniform Divison Southwest nabbed another Santa on Riverside Drive. Court records indicate Santa was charged with Tulsa Revised Ordinance Title 37 Section 1107.

As listed on court records, the violation is "Fail to use 2 hands." Further facts supporting criminal charge, "Dressed as Santa Riding On Street w/ Hands In The Air." The listed fine is $45. Efforts to contact Division Commander Rod Hummel and Officer 1525 has been unsuccessful.

UPDATE: 5 DEC 2005, 1600--City of Tulsa vs. Santa Claus, #5242623, set for trial, 5 January 2006, 1400, Tulsa Municipal Court, Division I.

Post your reactions and speculations here.

SantaWatch: LiveJournal

7 DEC 2005, 0825---KRMG reported a Santa sighting westbound on the B.A.

8 DEC 2005, 0900---Eyewitness report Santa northbound Riverside Dr. at 71st.

12 DEC 2005, 0845---KRMG reports Tulsa Police arrested Santa on the westbound BA, Sheridan exit.

UPDATE--7 DEC 2005:

Not really that weird. But, Clayton Coss is famous for turning ugly looking tree stumps into kewl yard art.

UPDATE: 14 DEC 2005---Do The Dirty, Not The Two.
Recently, Urban Tulsa Weekly reported on how local TV news are scaring the flimsy pants off their viewers. Shooting d'jour, bugs in cafeteria food, and HIV-infected needles in the neighborhoods.

According to UTW, the worst of the lot is KJRH, Channel 2. We will soon find out their viewership share, compared to 6, 8, and Faux. From the looks of their choice of sensationalized stories, they seem to be desperate, cheap, and in last place. Though Tulsa Beacon reports the November Neilsen's puts them at numero uno.

As part of Make Tulsa Weird, let's put them out their misery. At 5, 6, and 10, hit the "off" on the remote. Instead of watching the paint dry on the ceiling, do the dirty, make love, fuck. If you don't have a partner, do it to yourself until you go blind and can't watch TV.

Do you have an idea on how to measure "Do The Dirty, Not The Two," like the Nielsen ratings? Let's hear them here.

UPDATE: 16 DEC 2005--More Intelligent Design

68th and Memorial. AmeriPenguin.

From the Holy Bubba, Book of Bonehead:
In the beginning, or sometime around 1776, Penguin created America and a third-rate, third-world country called Burma, now called Myanmar, sometime around 1949.
And America was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of Penguin moved into the hallowed grounds of the Congress of the United States.
And Penguin said, Let there be a tea party: and there was a tea party.
And Penguin saw the tea party, that it was good: and Penguin divided the insurgents from the turncoats.
And Penguin called the insurgents Patriots, and the turncoats Benedict Arnolds.
And the Patriots and the Benedict Arnolds were the first combatants on the Great War of the American Revolution.
And Penguin said, Let there be Free Speech in the midst of the Revolution, and let it divide the First Amenedment from the Second Amendment, the Third Amendment, and so forth.
And Congress made the U.S. Constitution, and divided the Bill of Rights which were under the U.S. Constitution from the Declaration of Independence which were above the U.S. Constitution: and it was so.
And Penguin called the First Amendment the right of all Americans to offend. And the Second Amendment were the right of all Americans to shoot and kill any dumbass who don't agree with the First Amendment.
And Penguin said, Let the Amendments under the Bill of Rights be gathered together unto one place, and let the Great Age of Enlightment, the United States of America appear: and it was so.
And Penguin called the Amendments the Bill of Rights; and the gathering together of the Bill of Rights the U.S. Constitution: and Penguin saw that it was good.
And Penguin said, Let the United States of America bring forth the right to speak freely, the right to offend, and the right to shoot and kill any dumbass who disagree: and it was so.
And America brought forth great freedoms envied the world over, and yeilding great personages such as Rosa Parks, Fred Korematsu, and Martin Luther King, Jr. and even village idiots such as Paul Tay: and Penguin saw that it was good.
Since all was good, Penguin rests on the third day, beating out God who needed six days to do his thing.

And, what about Myanmar? Did you really want to hear about a third-world, third-rate country run by a egomaniac despot? We thought not.

UPDATE: 17 DEC 2005---A Prayer For Free Speech

Our Free Speech Penguin, who art in Tulsa and the United States Constitution,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
In Tulsa as it is in San Francisco, L.A., Seattle, or Bugtussle, Mississippi.
Give us this day our daily Free Speech.
And forgive us our offensive,
As we forgive those who offend against us.
And lead us not into censorship,
But deliver us from the Speech Nazis and the FCC.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.
Or at least until the next nuke explodes.

UPDATE: 24 DEC 2005---99 cent Biscuit and Gravy. Exit 41st on Riverside. Not really that weird, except this is actually a business on the banks of the Arkansas River, in Tulsa!

UPDATE: 24 DEC 2005---
More Santa Sightings


UPDATE: 28 DEC 2005--Send Condoms to US Servicemembers Deployed Overseas.
Blue Star Mothers send "care" packages to US service members. Stuff like razors, beef jerky, and deodorant.

But, why no condoms on the list? Condoms are readily available in the PX. But, not always available in the field or the FOBs.

To provide this much needed commodity, Mothers Informed about Safe Sex in the Military, MISS Military, will send safe sex packages to any servicemember who request them at tulsaindygazetter (at) yahoo (dot) com. The packs include three condoms and lube.

UPDATE: 31 DEC 2005--BikerPooch

UPDATE: 3 JAN 2006--Weird-ass Van For Sale $16,999 OBO. Contact: tulsaindygazetter (AT) yahoo (dot) com.

UPDATE: 6 JAN 2006--Make Tulsa Weird in UTW
The January 5-11 issue of UTW, page 22-23, made a quickie reference to "Make Tulsa Weird" Campaign. Kewl. But, MTW is killing us, big time. We need help, people! We can't do it alone.

UPDATE: 6 JAN 2006--Welcome To Tulsa, Don't Drink The Water
We are in search of a large tract of land, at least 20 acres, near or under the flight path of Tulsa International. Why? No, we are not training al-Queda terrorists on how to use RPG's. To greet incoming flights, we want to light up thousands of blinking Christmas lights to spell out, "WELCOME TO TULSA, DON'T DRINK THE WATER."

UPDATE: 14 JAN 2006--And, in this corner, BikerFox!
BikerFox--1, Paul Tay--Zippo!

UPDATE: 17 JAN 2006--Goodbye, Gayly.
Wow. We can't believe we are holding the last issue of The Gayly Oklahoman in our hot little hands. 21 years-old and poof. Just like that, they are 86'd. We are so sad. We are so lost. What do we do now? When and where is the after-party wake?


Do you have a picture of a Tulsa public official or celebrity caught in the act? Send 'em to tulsaindygazetter(AT)yahoo(dot)com.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


Just when we thought all hopes were lost for Tulsa's much loved historic trees, AEP/PSO came through with a brilliant plan. Just when we thought corporations were run by a bunch of meglomaniacs bent on world destruction, the powers that be will give homeowners vouchers to hire private tree trimmers. Yeaaaaah, baby!

You've restored our faith in the goodness of people, no matter if they are homeless or corporate hacks. The voucher policy is not perfect, but, it's a start.

As such, TIG has contacted Santa. And, Mr. Claus, being the benevalent environmentalist/tree hugger that he is, wants to pay a big THANK YOU visit to the good boys and girls at AEP/PSO. Tell us where and when at tulsaindygazetter(AT)yahoo(dot)com. We'll pass the word to Santa. Being Santa, he will be there!

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Adventures In Filmmaking

Lights, camera, busted!

Tulsa Police foiled suspected Nazi terrorists on Sunday 20 November in Downtown. After determining the mistake and putting the safety on the 9's, a good time was had by all.

Suspected psuedo-terrorist on the Secret Service watch list, Paul Tay, was apparently in dispose inside a nearby porta-potty, caught red-handed multi-tasking with a laptop, toilet paper and Monday's edition of the Whirled.

TIG question: What is it with guns and B-budget filmmakers anyway?

Comment by MichaelC Posted on TulsaNOW: I thought the article was cute. And the title, catchy. Even the pic was cool.

Blogger's Reply: We aim to please. Will do everything except get on our knees!

Tulsa Treasure Hunt

Locate and tag, as in pose next to, not deface, this biking babe while wearing TIG garb. Send your pix to tulsaindygazetter(AT)yahoo(Dot)com.

Tag this sign while wearing TIG garb during sweeps. Send us the pix. Show 'em blogz rule!

Pose next to this sign with the garb from TIG or a sign from any other Tulsa blogs. We'll post as many as we can during sweeps. Channel 2, we are coming after you too.

No ill-will intended. Just some good clean competition to keep both of us on our toes. Show 'em bloggers rule!

America...F-Word, Yeaaaah!

It's no secret Tulsa bleeds young professionals to the coasts. Groups such as the independent yPTulsa and Chamber of Commerce sponsored tyPros try to stem the flow with networking, new projects, and neo, high concept mixers.

There is another much smaller, as of yet un-named, group, probably more like tribe, whatever, catering to yP's that meets at McNellie's Monday nights. Love of the bicycle culture, beyond spandex, brought them together. At an inaugural meeting, a very boisterous crowd of 9 gathered to discuss such weighty matters as 501(c) incorporation, community service, and not to mention, name of the group. The possibilities are endless, but, anything to keep yP's involved, engaged, and in Tulsa, gets our vote. We get lonely too.

America....F-word, Yeaaaaaah!

Monday, November 21, 2005

Chicken-Cooped In A Cuckoo's Nest

It is the last night of my stay at a very strange place called Griffin Memorial Hospital in Norman, Oklahoma. I am standing in the courtyard, bouncing a basketball, looking out alternately at the coming dusk thunderstorm, the crackle of lightning on the southern sky, and the residents and staff of this grand institute for the improvement of mental health. They are all puffing away at their pathetic cigarettes with complete abandon, discussing the day's drama, large and small.

Five days ago, with a court order, a Tulsa County Sheriff's deputy roused me from sleep, handcuffed me, and rudely chaffuered me 130 miles to this cuckoo's nest.

Instead of improving my mental well-being, this nut house made me more mentally ill. Somewhere along the way, I discovered the meaning of unconditional friendships, injustices against the mentally ill, and an angst-prone, lone wolf who used the pay phone to order a navy blue, Mercedes-Benz convertible 690SEL. Delivery: FOB Fallujah.

When Jesus Christ Superstar is not dispensing uncommonly accurate stock tips to any and all who will listen, he's killing everyone with lurid details of his sexual prowess with his sister-in-law.

Hello, NASA? This is one very strange movie set, with a cast of characters unlike any other. And, it's all very real. Maybe too real.

Matt Andrews was a former kempo karate champ. Though his athletic days are long gone, his violent temper is not. He just slid his mini-fudge striped short bread cookies, across the table, while asking if I wanted them. Automatically, I say no thanks. I accept them, nonetheless, as he leaves, back to bed at 1 a.m. on the morning of my departure back to Tulsa County.

Tommorrow, I will appear in front of the judge who issued an illegal detention order remanding me to Griffin. My mother convinced the judge I need to be examined for mental competence. In one fell swoop, my mother, the pathetic old bitch, was able to do what no police officer has been able to do, incarcerate me for all my sins, great and small, real and perceived. After trying to understand the various characters on this crazy set, I am not too sure I'll be able to convince the judge I am a normal, productive human being, harmless and nothing more than just a screwball, not a nut.

Mr. Alfred, a big diabetic gentleman, grossly obese, confined to a wheel chair, is awake, like a Krispy-Kreme vampire, to relieve his bladder through a catherter. While drooling at the pristine beauties parading across the TV screen, vying for the Miss America title a few hours earlier, Mr. Alfred remarked that he has a permanent boner. A bit too much information.

Drama occurs even at 2 a.m. in the nut house. The men's night orderly just busted Mr. Andrews for smoking in his room. Suddenly, without warning the lyrics of that classic rock tune rings out in my head. Smokin' in the boys room. Lighter confiscated, the orderly comes out of the room to ask me if I can smell the cigarettes. I said I don't know what he's talking about. The orderly bags and labels the lighter. Mr. Andrews may retrive it when he leaves the facilities, which may be never.

Mr. Andrews is prone to fits of violent anger, snuggly wrapped under a warm, engaging smile of Gunsmoke's Festus. He is roughly in his mid-40's, ruggedly handsome, Malboro man. His visage chiseled by several stints in the pen, bouts with meth, and marriage.

His immediate future will depend on his performance with his wife for Dr. Wang, the head doc. No, it is not some sick sex act. Mr. Andrews and his wife must convince Dr. Wang that he will not be a danger to his wife or anyone else. Unfortunately, his outbursts last afternoon will not be in his favor. Mr. Andrews is facing 15 to life for his third felony under the three strike rule. I ask him to look up my brother.

While there may be shortages of basic common sense, mental soundness, and great sex that is not solo, drama can be counted upon 24/7. In a world where the slightest outbursts of direct challenge to the staff's supreme authority can summon the needle, the smoke break becomes a matter of clock work that must be on schedule, lest the cuckoo's nest should suffer a grand mutiny.

I had my own run-in's with staff. Immediately upon arrival, the attending doctor ordered 5 mg of Haldol, chemical handcuffs, without due process or provocation. After I stridently protested the gross invision of my personhood, the injection was 10 mg.

A few days later, I tried to reconfigure the ping pong table, for solo play. Unfortunately, the table didn't cooperate, which drew strong rebuke from the staff. After some heated exchange and struggling with a recalcitrant table, another nut case offered to play with me. I said no. I am a screwball. I don't play with nut cases. I rather play with the wall. His name is not "The Wall." Nothing personal.

I might have been rebellious, obnoxious, and out-spoken. But, another 5 mg of Haldol did not fit the infraction.

If God exists, He must reside on the buttocks of Ms. Tiffany, a staff nurse. Before I got her 411, I was head over heels with the most painful, sinful lust of her body, her walk, and her fetching smile. On my first encounter with her, she asked about the dry spot of skin on my forehead. She said she had just the perfect lotion to cure it, and promptly scooped out a pearly cream into a small plastic cup.

Even though I had no cash and had become ambivalent about God's existance, I wagered Mr. Andrews all the money he had in his pocket I would pray to God. When he agreed, I asked Mr. Anthony, the big black staff enforcer, for permission to pray to God. He said yes. I got down on my knees behind Ms. Tiffany's buttocks and began a silent prayer. No one noticed, except Mr. Andrews.

When he pulled out a wad of bills, all of $4, I declined to take his money. But, he bought me two Cokes, which I dubbed Cock-a-Colas. I am going have a really tough time convincing the judge I am not a nut, just a screwball.

Even in this great institution for the improvement of mental health, love and its close cousin, lust, do abound in all the wrong places. Ms. Ashby, mid-20's, cute caucasian, single mother of three, hair dyed red and blonde, a la Boy George/Cyndi Lauper, is totally smitten with T.J. , an equally cute, late teens, black boy with smudgenly nappy hair. She remarked she would take him home, if she only had a home. At which point, Mr. Anthony shot back, "Jail bait."

Throughout the whole five day ordeal, I wonder how anyone could put up with all the characters that must pass through the hallowed doors of this cuckoo's nest. Certainly, it's not the money. Oklahoma has been slowly dismantling its mental health system for years.

But, not one single staff member expressed a complete hatred of their job, the kind of hatred I've had with my own past jobs. Sure, they get the occasional bonehead who fights violently, kicks the doors, and keep everyone awake at 3 a.m, trash talking to the trash. They all seem to take their job seriously, grin and bear the rest. For that, I give virtual high fives to Ms. Tiffany, Mr. Anthony, T.J., Scott, Deanna, Stacey, and Richie. If I have left anyone else out, you looked like how I felt, crap, and I was too shy, too brain-dead, too uncaring, to really pry.

God, in all his infinite wisdom, hoisted me in this surreal nut house. I resent what my mother did. I resent the Judge who needs a better way to keep screwballs out of the nut house. I will leave today with great sadness in my soul and big, warm tears from my eyes, lost in the surreality of this space.

I was detained for five days, against my will, only by the whims of a mad woman, a misguided judge, the Sheriff's deputy, who all collectively caused mental illness, instead of improvement. The State must develop more stringent criteria to keep the mentally healthy out of the system and not cave into frivolous accusations. As I tried to read Mr. Anthony this missive at 3 a.m., I realized the staff really cared about the patients' well-being, even if it is against their will.

Mr. Andrews senses feelings I might have repressed in the deep crevices of my soul. He asks if I would stay longer. Thanks, but no. I will miss everyone all very dearly. Au revoir, Ciao, and G'day, mate.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Friend and The Jazz Singer

L-R: Walt Kosty, Edward "Bruce" Guthrie. Living Arts Gala and Auction. 19 NOV 2005.

Visitor At The Branch Office...Howdy, Neighbor!

Victor. 41st Street Panera. 20 NOV 2005.

Vistor at the TIG branch office: Dave Eagleston, international helicopter hotshot and guitarist. Howdy neighbor! C you in Peru!

UPDATE: 28 DEC 2005--Friends and Former Lovers
Ray Billingsly and Bonnie Maddux. David's mom and pop.

Attention: Jeff Martin

ATTN: Cheapskate landlords
RE: Snow and Ice on your FUCKING property

It shall be an offense for any property owner or person in possession of any real
property to fail to clear or have cleared within twenty-four (24) hours after any snowfall, sleet or ice storm, the public sidewalks on the property. Snow, sleet or other elements of nature shall be cleared from the sidewalks and piled along the outer edge of the walks adjacent thereto or removed entirely; but in no event shall such pilings exceed two (2) feet in height.

Unless otherwise provided for in this chapter, any person violating any of the
provisions of this chapter shall be guilty of an offense and, upon conviction, shall be punished by a fine of not more than ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS ($100.00), excluding
costs, fees and assessments. Each day such violation is committed or permitted to
continue shall constitute a separate offense.

UPDATE: 30 JAN 2007-The Smoking Gun INDICTMENT against bike lanes and "ride right."

UPDATE: 23 JAN 2006--Eastbound 11th at the BA.
UPDATE: 23 JAN 2006--Northbound Denver at 1st.
UPDATE: 23 JAN 2006--4th and Cinncinati
UPDATE: 23 JAN 2006--Northbound Harvard at the BA.

UPDATE: 23 JAN 2006--Eastbound 41st at I-44. Rough surface adjacent. Money train.

UPDATE: 24 DEC 2005---E-mailed to the Mayor's Action Center:
Tulsa Indy Gazetter has put the City of Tulsa on notice of regular posting of parallel sewer grates which can cause serious injury to bicycle drivers on Attention: Jeff Martin. Please peruse the link on a regular basis to stay up to date on new parallel sewer grates which we encounter. Thank you.

UPDATE: 28 DEC 2005--From Philip Howery(
I am aware that there are still some parallel sewer grates in use. We have made efforts to replace these with bicycle-safe grates in the areas of known bike trails. I am the responsible party that can take your complaints and issue workorders to replace any grates you feel are hazardous to you or your group. Please be aware that this is an ongoing process and an expensive one too but I will cooperate with you any way I can.

Feel free to contact me directly at 669-6119 or our dispatch at 669-6100 with locations of interest. Thanks for your help in this matter.

Philip Howery
Utility Systems Operations Manager
Underground Collection Systems Section
City of Tulsa, OK

off: (918) 669-6119
fax: (918) 669-6531

Submit PSG pix to tulsaindygazetter (at) yahoo (dot) com. Please remember location info.

Blogger Note: 15 JAN 2006--Some of these roadway defects may have already been corrected. We've asked Mr. Howery to provide updates on the corrections. So far, we are able to provide updates on individual corrections only if we or someone happened upon the same defect, which doesn't always happen. In any case, City seems to be responding as fast as they can to beat Jeff. As far as we know today, the score is City and property owner: 2; Jeff: Zippo. Good job, guys.

UPDATE: 24 DEC 2005--Eastbound 1800 block 41st. Right lane.

11th and Lewis. Make a right turn at southwest corner. Better keep a good ear tuned to that scanner in your bedroom, Jeff. Boy howdy, this one is the money train.

12th and Denver. Northbound.

Another lawsuit in progress. Southwest Blvd. near Goodwill Industries. Both west and eastbound lanes. A whole crapload of them.

Parking lot access road between 41st Street Circuit City and Chase Bank. Burlingame Realty, 494-2634. ComProp Realty, 742-2174. UPDATE: 15 JAN 2006--Well, Jeff, you got robbed again on this one. Good job, Burlingame.

Westbound 6th Street at Norfolk.

Southbound left lane Peoria Ave. at 34th Street.

Eastbound lane. 1544 E 6th. Precedent case.

Money Train! Bottom of the hill. Westbound 18th at Boston. Somebody is gonna enjoy a really really good retirement, though they might be in traction for a while.
UPDATE: 14 JAN 2006--Well, Jeff, you got robbed of this money train. Good job, City.

Bad railroad crossing at eastbound 3rd and Norfolk.

We have no idea what this sign means. MAC, could you clue us in?

Northbound Memorial at 7th. A whole crapload of them in the area, both north and southbound Memorial.

These babies are on southbound Sheridan, from 12th to the B.A.

Obviously not a roadway defect. But, a money train, nonetheless. The fork thines have detached from the steering column. Reasor's Grocery Store, 41st and Yale. Another reason why you shouldn't bikelogize at the same place where you buy the milk and cheese.