AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

I just finished describing my "I [clover] Boston" t-shirt and wondered if I should try and explain the pun on "I [heart] NY" but before I could he replied, "Okay I'll be there in about 45 minutes! See you soon!" Of all the places a person can wait, the bookstore is just about ideal - one who cannot pass 45 minutes thumbing though books is not truly living. It was a little cold inside the store and I decided to don my OCC sweater and keep an eye out for an older person with the National's baseball cap. Surely enough, once I started reading those 45 minutes vanished from the face of the earth until an older person with a National's baseball cap was standing at the entrance. "Mike?" I asked. "Oh you must be Jon!" he responded. Before I could confirm that he asked me, "OCC? Let me guess Oklahoma City College?" Nope, "Orange Coast College I'm afraid," I replied. "Oh that's too bad, I used to live in Oklahoma City. I really liked it there," he said. I found Mike's ad on craigslist for a Nikon S rangefinder and even though it wasn't working I agreed to buy it since it's quite possibly the most beautiful camera ever made. But at this moment that camera was the last thing on my mind. You see, I have this little game where I ask people to guess where I was born and usually they guess Japan or Southern California but when I tell people that I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma they are taken aback. When I tell Mike this he says, "Small world, ain't it?" I only stayed there for three months so I have no memories of the place so I ask him to describe what it's like. I wanted to know about the people, the weather, the scenery and he's more than happy to fulfill my wishes. I could repeat his words verbatim but rather than doing that I plan to go there one day and tell people in my own words what my place of birth is like and take photos with my Nikon S rangefinder.