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I grew up in frog town. Which actually gets it's name from the frogs that descend after a really hard rain, and the washita river floods. Your explanation is cool though. The actual name is the Kenwood Edition. I could tell you all about the cheap meth trade as my family was one of the worst. That being said, I could also tell you how that "side of town" became victims of a drug pandemic due to a dirty sheriff, and dirty deputies. I even have names and dates. But we won't go there. We'll just keep the secrets of frog town, so we don't bother the nice church people. Keep writing. You have talent.

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Thank you for sharing!

Pretty crazy details... and it turns out this post was written by a guest author (friend of mine) from Chickasha, OK (now living in Kentucky). I'm going to pass these tidbits you shared on and see what he has to say!

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Please do. 🥰

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Excellent. The places where we grow up really do shape us. Being able to see your hometown through the Flannery O'Conner lens speaks to the power of literature to teach us what the Bible sometimes cannot.

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Jan just read your other post on the Substack thread! I'm going to pass on your interest in Oklahoma based writing to my guest author. He'll love that. Happy writing.

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Thank you Jan! Literature that speaks more of our language definitely does that... although I'd add that the content therein (and especially in O'Connor's case) is Bible all the way.

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