I WAS REARED ON THE WRONG SIDE OFTHE TRACKS IN A  TINY HAMLETTE CALLED ALVA, OK. WHILE PLAYNG ON THE SALT FORK RIVER, MY CHILDHOOD WAS IDYLLIC.

A GOLDEN HALO CRESTED MY SUMMER DAYS, AND SANTA CROWNED MY SNOWY WINTERS .WE DID NOT KNOW WE WERE POOR…….TODAY I AM GETTING PRICED OUT OF A STATE THAT BOTH MY WIFE AND I HAVE COME TO LOVE AFTER 25 YEARS OF RESIDENCY. …..NOW I FEEL POOR…….AS I SEE THE RENTS AND HOUSING COSTS ARE BECOMING ASTRONOMICAL AS CALIFORNIANS (AMOUNG OTHERS) MIGRATE INTO THE STATE TO ESCAPE THE ASTARONOMICAL COSTS OF LIVING WHERE THEY ARE….OUR FUTURE IS IS QUESTION……