Anne and I lived in an Oklahoma subdivision called Summerfield for a while. The house was tiny, but it had a small swimming pool and hot tub. It backed up to a creek alive with wildlife and we loved the place.
Summerfield was originally part of the Gaylord dairy farm, a pristine area just north of what was then Oklahoma City. Gaylord, founder of the Oklahoman, was one of the first Oklahoma millionaires and his family now owns The Grand Ole Opry.
Once the epitome of conservatism, the Oklahoman is now one of the finest newspapers in the United States. I read it every day and have for thirty years. So much for my commercial for the Oklahoman, an entity that does not need my paltry accolades.
Anyway, when I lived in Summerfield, I was an avid jogger. I had a three-mile course laid out which I ran practically every day. Part of it was on the west side of Lake Hefner, one of Oklahoma City’s water supplies, and it was then in an unpopulated area of the City.
I know this is strange, but this is true. When I jogged along the river path, I often saw a very strange person. Hair covered his entire face and he looked like Lon Chaney in the Werewolf. I kid you not! I described him to Anne and called him the dog-faced man.
This person was smaller than I was but he still frightened me. Once I encountered him urinating in the bushes. I am not making any of this up!
I do not really know where I am going with this except to say there are strange things around us every day that we often overlook, or never tell anyone else because we will feel like fools and think no one will believe us.
Yes, Virginia, there is a dog-faced man, and he lives in Oklahoma City.
Louisiana Mystery Writer
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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