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These Boots Were Made for Walkin’ Away from Oklahoma

There was nowhere to go back to. Oklahoma was out of the question, always out of the question. But then, where was home?

y parents put a premium on traveling, something their parents couldn’t afford and something not many people who lived in our parts of Oklahoma could do either. My mom made a big point of it. We went to New York when I was in the fourth grade and she rented a limo just to take us a few blocks. “There,” she said after we climbed out, as if she’d knocked something off a long to-do list. “Now you don’t need to be impressed with limos anymore.”