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A Life In Signatures

Oklahoma City attorney and life-long collector Bob Burke shows off part of his collection of U.S. Supreme Court justice signatures, housed at the Oklahoma City University college of Law. Photo by Brent Fuchs.

Bob Burke’s law office is like a museum. The Oklahoma City attorney with a long history of battling for worker’s compensation reform and enforcement began collecting historical items when he was a boy, and his love of signed items grew into collections now housed in several universities.

On Burke’s office walls are “samples of my world-class Greek and Roman coin collection and Oklahoma fossils,” he says. They include 300-million-year-old brachiopods, arrowheads, a piece of the ruins of Pompeii, ash from Mount Vesuvius and a sliver of marble from the Coliseum.

However, Burke’s largest collection is made of autographs and signed documents from U.S. Supreme Court justices.

“Since the U.S. Supreme Court is the highest court in the land and the last word on appeals, its members have great significance to me as a lawyer,” Burke says.

This collection, which is on exhibit at Oklahoma City University, is the largest known collection of Supreme Court justice writings and signatures. A favorite piece in the collection is a hand-written lawsuit document filed by Justice Thurgood Marshall, who represented Ada Lois Sipuel Fisher of Chickasha in 1947 before his appointment to the court. Marshall’s lawsuit made it possible for Fisher, a black woman, to enter the University of

Oklahoma College of Law, which, Burke says, “opened higher education to minorities in the nation.”

His collecting has humble origins.

“My dad collected old gasoline station signs, so perhaps that is where I got my love for collecting,” Burke says. “Collecting gives you a reason for visiting old bookstores and antique parlors at any town in the world you visit.”[pullquote]“Collecting gives you a reason for visiting old bookstores and antique parlors at any town in the world you visit.”[/pullquote]

When young, Burke began collecting Bibles, rocks, stamps, old books, coins and baseball cards, but it was the 1964 presidential campaign and an autographed photo of Arizona U.S. Sen. Barry Goldwater that hooked Burke.

“That ignited the fire. I subscribed to a monthly service, which gave me home addresses of famous people. I consistently, since 1964, have written to about 20 famous people per month,” he says.

Burke has continued collecting by writing to people all over the world and asking for autographs when he meets famous people.

Oklahoma City attorney and life-long collector Bob Burke shows off part of his collection of U.S. Supreme Court justice signatures, housed at the Oklahoma City University college of Law. Photo by Brent Fuchs.
Oklahoma City attorney and life-long collector Bob Burke shows off part of his collection of U.S. Supreme Court justice signatures, housed at the Oklahoma City University college of Law. Photo by Brent Fuchs.

“Every two years, I write a letter to the president or prime minister of every country in the world. Over the past 30 years, I have received signed photos of nearly 500 leaders – kings, queens, presidents, prime ministers – from more than 200 countries,” he says.

At 65, Burke has begun giving away many of his collections. The University of Oklahoma holds three: the largest privately owned Bible collection, signatures and writings from American presidents and vice presidents and autographs from 300 western movie and TV stars, including Gene Autry, Hopalong Cassidy and John Wayne.

Several universities have displayed Burke’s collections, and he regularly donates documents for charity auctions and nonprofit events. Through his philanthropy, many educational institutions and social organizations have benefited. Yet, there has always been a gratifying side to collecting for Burke.

His most recent autograph came from Petula Clark, whose radio hit “Downtown” was Burke’s favorite song when he was a disc jockey at the radio station KOMA in college.

“I wrote her and told her how much I liked her song and how pretty I thought she was in the 1960s,” he says. “I also told her I should have written her back then, since we were both single. She sent me a wonderful photo, now on my wall with a 45 RPM record of ‘Downtown.’ On the photo, she writes, ‘To Bob, love, Petula Clark. P.S. Better late than never.’”

Dot Wo Garden

Peking shrimp at Dot Wo Garden. Photo by Brent Fuchs.

Dot Wo Garden may not be located in Oklahoma City’s Asian District, but as many diners know, good food can’t be contained by borders. A staple of Oklahoma City’s cuisine scene since 1989, owner Denny Ha moved Dot Wo Garden out of its modest strip center shoe box into a spacious new location in late 2012 in what had been a Golden Corral restaurant. The move increased seating capacity, which meant new seating was in order, but Ha didn’t stop there – Dot Wo revamped the space and lighting to reflect a cool contemporary feel with a fully-stocked, under-lit bar. In an even bigger move, Dot Wo Garden expanded its menu to include sushi, including specialty rolls like the majestic Grand Canyon (tempura shrimp, lobster tail, scallions) and the Thunder Up (a spicy stack of soft shell crab, avocado and tempura shrimp). The restaurants gained new customers even as it reassured regulars Dot Wo Garden was the same restaurant serving fresh offerings of Asian fusion, Chinese, Japanese and Vietnamese cuisine along with a respectable selection of vegetarian options. And those prices still make it a favorite for dine-in, take-out, dinner, lunch and those sudden ginger-garlic cravings. 6161 N. May Ave., Oklahoma City. www.dot-wo.com

Rapheal’s BBQ and Grill

Ribs at Rapheal's BBQ. Photo by Brandon Scott.

Chef Rapheal Jacob, owner of Rapheal’s BBQ & Grill in Broken Arrow, blends cultures in his fusion cooking; it’s this focus that makes his barbecue different.

“We are not Texas barbecue, we are not Kansas City barbecue, we are just barbecue,” Jacobs says.

Seasoned with hints of Mexican, Indian and Mediterranean flavors, Rapheal’s has something for just about every craving one may have. Jacob builds his core menu around three staples – brisket, pulled pork and ribs – but chicken, quail and various sides are also on the menu. Whether you go with a plate of ribs, a sandwich or tacos (brisket or pulled pork wrapped in flour or corn tortillas and topped with fresh cilantro, red onion and chopped tomato), meals arrive at the table well-dressed. Gone are the paper plates, wax sheets and red plastic baskets common to barbecue joints. Rapheal’s plates on real china and adds garnish to everything. As Jacob likes to say, “It is barbecue with a twist.” 2001 W. Houston St., Broken Arrow. www.raphealbbq.com

Hungry Frog Restaurant

Hungry Frog Restaurant.

There are only two reasons why you shouldn’t try the Hungry Frog, the small Oklahoma City diner that has been serving breakfast and lunch since 1976. The first reason is if you have a fear of amphibians, since you’ll find frog figurines and art all over the place. The second is if you have a problem with tidy, unpretentious establishments more interested in making good food hot and hearty rather than trendy. Yes, this is the kind of place you find competent, genuinely amiable staff, generous breakfast plates, tasty burgers, chicken fried steak, juicy pork chops and frog legs. These perfectly battered, seasoned and fried delicacies won’t be on everyone’s menu (notably, the frog phobic), but to those who hunger for something new-yet-strangely-familiar at the same time, they’re a small adventure, and an affordable one at that – most people love the prices. 1101 N. Pennsylvania, Oklahoma City. 405.524.0686

Golden Saddle BBQ Steakhouse

Golden Saddle BBQ Steakhouse.

The pine shelves are laden with Wild West trinkets, and tables are jammed with truckers in overalls hunched over huge plates of chicken fried steak. But you’re at Golden Saddle for something else. If you ask about what is cryptically described on the menu as “Chef Choice $9.99 per person,” the waitress finds a long, empty table and drags it next to yours. That’s your first clue a feast is in the offing. A spread of Levantine appetizers soon materializes: hummus, tabouleh, baba ghanoush, fluffy pita bread. It’s only a prelude. Energetic owner and chef Nasim Salari learned his trade as a child in Iran, where family dinner is important and everyone – man, woman and child – plays a part. An enormous platter arrives. A roast lamb shank atop yellow rice.

“That’s lamb rice,” explains Salari. “We take the juice from the roasting lamb and cook the rice in it.”

Then comes an even larger platter of white rice topped with stacks of lamb chops and koobideh kebabs, spiced minced meat molded around a skewer and cooked on a charbroiler. The plates keep coming – a roast chicken, roasted whole tomatoes, bowls of khoresht, the sprightly herbal stews that are a hallmark of Iranian cuisine. Too tame? Ask for the kale pache – lamb’s eyes, brain, tongue and feet all mixed together in a bracing, vibrant soup. 6618 E. Admiral Pl., Tulsa. 918.835.2882

A Grand Old Name

Pasta Puttanesca. Photo by Brandon Scott.

Italian restaurants are family affairs, and Mary’s, one of the oldest Italian restaurants continuously running in Tulsa, is no exception. Just walk around the old brick building and in through the back door – all the regulars do – and see why. In the tiny, spotless kitchen, you’ll find (if you’re lucky) owner Bruce Sternad stirring the long-simmering marinara. Everything you eat at Mary’s Italian Trattoria is cooked by Sternad, his wife, Sherry, or their son. Ahead is the bright, pleasant dining area. The walls, a welcoming gray pastel, are barely visible – every inch is covered with framed portraits and memorabilia, all family relics.

Sherry Sternad’s face lights up when you ask about the portraits.

“That’s my great-great-grandpa on his wedding day,” she says, pointing to a proud yet somewhat terrified-looking young man in one of the photos. “That was back around 1875. Now over there is my great-aunt Christina’s christening gown, and right next to it is my great-grandmother’s wedding gloves and shoes. Those doilies on the tables? My great-grandma crocheted them.

“And that old lady? She’s the only one not from our family,” Sherry Sternad continues. “When I was a girl I spent summers on my grandma’s farm just over the Kansas line. She was our neighbor, and I’d ride my pony over to see her.”

Aside from those pleasant Kansas summers, Sherry Sternad grew up overseas.

“My father sold mud,” she wryly says.

He was, in fact, a drilling fluids engineer, and wherever oil wells pierced the ground and needed “mud” to cool and lubricate the pumps, that’s where they lived – Libya, Iran, Australia, Singapore, Norway.[pullquote]There’ve been people who’ve traveled all over the world,” she says, “and they tell us our tiramisu is the best they’ve ever eaten.”[/pullquote]

“I was exposed to foreign cultures,” she says, “and meanwhile, I learned to cook from watching my mom.”

The last thing she expected was to end up running an Italian restaurant one day. When the Sternads moved to Tulsa, she looked for a part-time job and found Mary’s. This was around 1987, and in those days, Mary’s Italian Trattoria was run by an Italian woman named Mary, who learned all her recipes from her large family back in Providence, R.I. Working as wait staff, the Sternads bought the restaurant when its owner retired in 1991. Twenty years later, many customers mistakenly call Sherry Sternad “Mary,” but she doesn’t mind. Many of the dishes are still based on those original recipes, although, she says, “we’ve tweaked and improved them.”

Mary’s is a labor of love, heavy on the labor. Sherry Sternad does the prep work and desserts. She makes the salad dressing (a 19-ingredient secret recipe), she helps bake the bread, and she makes the sinfully fabulous tiramisu.

“There’ve been people who’ve traveled all over the world,” she says, “and they tell us our tiramisu is the best they’ve ever eaten.”

She supervises the front of the house, which means she knows most of the customers.

“Almost all of our customers are regulars,” she says. “Some come every week, and I make sure they have their favorite table. I’ve seen couples come in on their first date, and I’ve seen them a few years later when the man kneels and proposes marriage; and then I see them every year as they come here to celebrate their anniversary.”

The menu is classic Italian, and, like any classic, the selection hasn’t changed much over the years. There’s the champagne chicken – pounded cutlets with a rich, complex cream sauce, served with fettucine alfredo. It’s Sherry Sternad’s favorite, but she’s also proud of the eggplant parmigiana. Even the simplest dishes, such as spaghetti and meatballs, are memorable thanks to the delicious, hearty red sauce.

Back in the kitchen, Sternad and the couple’s son stay busy making the creamy alfredo sauce several times every evening. They crank the bulky old pasta machine to make homemade fettuccine. They stir the simmering Bolognese. They cook each dish to order.

“Our food is not fast food,” says Sherry Sternad, “and when we’re busy, it takes a long time … sometimes people get upset at the wait, but we just can’t compromise our quality.” 1313 E. 15th St., Tulsa. 918.585.2495

Culture And Adventure

Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art.

Bentonville, Ark.

Bentonville is a growing metro area that regards culture as essential as commerce. Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art celebrates art and nature in a sprawling estate nestled in the foothills of the Ozark Mountains. The permanent collection highlights American works dating back to the Colonial era, and temporary exhibits include works from some of America’s most celebrated artists as well as those lesser known. The magnificence of Crystal Bridges’ architecture is matched only by the beautiful nature surrounding the museum. Several nature trails offer visitors the opportunity to take in flora.

While in Bentonville, stay in style at the 21c Museum Hotel. Combining a luxury hotel with a contemporary art space, the 21c is a boutique hotel offering a variety of suites and packages. The hotel also boasts a fine dining restaurant, The Hive, highlighting the best of Arkansas cuisine.

See where it all began for Sam Walton at the Walmart Museum. Visitors can shop at Walton’s 5&10 as well as take part in an interactive exhibit that tells the story of the evolution of Walmart from a small storefront to the international corporation it is today. Enjoy a scoop of ice cream from The Spark, an old-fashioned soda fountain.

The Museum of Native American History pays homage to America’s indigenous cultures. With artifacts and relics dating back more than 14,000 years, the museum tells the story chronologically in its exhibits with an audio tour. Be sure to see the complete skeleton of a woolly mammoth.

Don’t forget to pack the bikes when heading to Bentonville. The Slaughter Pen Mountain Bike Trail offers more than 20 miles of singletrack trails that range from easy to moderately intense. If biking isn’t an option, hiking is also allowed on the scenic trails.

A Young Man’s Legacy

Sean Marsee, seen in a school yearbook photo, before his life was impacted by cancer of the mouth. Photo courtesy American Cancer Society.
Talahina teen Sean Marsee took his last photo after multiple surgeries removed his tongue, lymph nodes, most of his bottom jaw, part of his neck and his pectoral muscles to prevent the spread of his cancer. Photo courtesy American Cancer Society.
Talahina teen Sean Marsee took his last photo after multiple surgeries removed his tongue, lymph nodes, most of his bottom jaw, part of his neck and his pectoral muscles to prevent the spread of his cancer. Photo courtesy American Cancer Society.

In 1983 Sean Marsee had everything going for him. It was his senior year at Talihina High School, and he was a track star, winner of 28 medals in the sport. He looked forward to the state-level track competition and planned to join the U.S. Army after graduation. Then one day, he opened his mouth and discovered a small sore on the back of his tongue. He waited for the sore to heal, but it didn’t. As it became larger and more painful, he finally confessed to his mother that he had been dipping smokeless tobacco since he was 12 and that he was afraid.

Ten months later, at 19, Sean Marsee was dead.

The Cancer

At the time of Marsee’s death in 1984, nobody was talking about the dangers of smokeless tobacco or “snuff,” as it’s sometimes called. The notion that smoking was dangerous had only recently caught on with much of the public. Nobody gave much thought to dipping. In fact, smokeless tobacco was frequently advertised on television by celebrity athletes like Walt Garrison, running back for the Dallas Cowboys and rodeo star, and the celebrated baseball pitcher Catfish Hunter.

Dr. Carl Hook, however, knew plenty about the effects of snuff. Hook is the CEO of PLICO, a company that insures a large chunk of Oklahoma’s practicing physicians. At the time, however, he was a practicing otorhinolaryngologist at the hospital where Marsee’s mother worked.

“I was aware of the potential for smokeless tobacco to cause ulcerations, dental decay, gum disease and sometimes, unfortunately, cancer formation in the oral cavity,” Hook says. “I treated patients with that type of cancer a great deal during my residency training days at the University of Oklahoma Health Sciences Center, particularly at the VA. But all these patients who had oral cancer from using smokeless tobacco…most of them were in their 60s, 70s, 80s. They’d been doing it for years and years. Sean was the youngest patient with cancer from smokeless tobacco I had ever seen.” [pullquote] Sean was the youngest patient with cancer from smokeless tobacco I had ever seen.[/pullquote]

When Betty Marsee brought her son in to see Hook, the physician’s heart sank.

“When he opened his mouth and showed me…I’d seen cancers before, but people were 60 years older than him,” Hook says. “I was not accustomed to seeing that in a teenager. But there wasn’t much doubt in my mind about what it was.”

Hook didn’t even take a biopsy during the first office visit, so sure he was that Marsee had a dangerous malignancy. The surgeon’s training had taught him that in cases such as this – where the tumor could drain into the lymph nodes of the head and neck – removal of the tongue and lymph nodes and a radical neck dissection were usually necessary to stop the spread of the cancer. Marsee, however, was adamant that only his tongue be removed at the time. He knew that if he had any visible surgery to his neck and jaw, he would never pass the physical to enter the military.

“Betty allowed him to make that decision,” Hooks says. “Sean was mature and independent-thinking, and I told him what the recommendation was, and they listened, and he made his decision…She wanted him to get treated, but she wouldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to do.”

Betty Marsee was a registered nurse at Valley View Hospital in Ada and the mother of four other children. Marsee’s father had recently passed away, and she divided her time between Ada, where she worked nights and took care of her youngest children, and Talihina, where Marsee and his brother, Shannon Marsee, lived on their own while finishing high school. The family was already close to unraveling under the strain of poverty and, for some members, addiction. Marsee’s diagnosis threatened to send them careening over the edge. His younger brother, Jason Marsee, remembers clearly.

“When [Sean] was doing his first round of chemo, it didn’t seem like it was affecting him at all,” Jason Marsee says. “But he came to me midway through [treatment] and asked me to come with him.”
During the drive to and from Oklahoma City for chemotherapy treatment, Marsee would get so ill that he would pull to the side of the road to vomit and pass out, recalls Jason Marsee.

“We would stay away longer and longer so he could gather himself so no one knew how sick he was getting,” Jason Marsee says. “…He dipped all the way up to his second surgery; he was putting Copenhagen in his mouth when his mouth was nothing but an open sore. That’s the kind of thing we’re dealing with. I found Copenhagen in the dashboard when I dropped him at his chemotherapy. He wrote down, ‘Don’t tell mom, it’s all I’ve got left.’ The addiction where people pull cigarettes out of ashtrays so they can smoke – it’s desperation at that point.”

Marsee’s cancer had metastasized to his lymph nodes, his brain and his back. In a desperate attempt to stop the malignancy’s course, Hook first took Marsee’s tongue. Subsequent surgeries took part of his jaw and the lymph nodes under the jaw. Eventually, Marsee lost most of his bottom jaw, parts of his neck, the lymph nodes under his arms and his pectoral muscles. He had a tracheotomy and received nourishment through a feeding tube. Meanwhile, he practiced with weights to try and train what was left of his neck to hold up the weight of his head. His weight dramatically dropped from an athletic 140 pounds to almost 80.

“He didn’t even look like the same person,” Hook says.

When tentacles of the cancer were found wrapped around his spine and at the base of his brain, Marsee had enough.

“He said no more surgery,” his brother recalls, “and went home to die.”

Marsee’s last picture shows a barely recognizable, disfigured remnant of a boy surrounded by the medals and plaques commemorating his athletic achievements. Shortly after the picture was taken, his journey was over. Marsee died on Feb. 25, 1984.

“I don’t know what happened at the end,” Jason Marsee says. “…I heard a horrific wail, and I knew it was my sister finding him gone. I smiled when it first happened. I woke up thinking, ‘Thank God.’ That wasn’t the case for the rest of my family.”

100 Things To Do This Summer In Oklahoma

#45: The historic Mattie Beal home in Lawton. Photo courtesy Lawton Heritage association.
#19: Totem pole in Chelsea.
#19: Totem pole in Chelsea.
  • 1. Gaze at the fireworks over ONEOK Field and downtown after the Tulsa Drillers’ Friday night games.
  • 2. Cheer for contestants in the dance competition at the annual Red Earth Festival June 5-7 in Oklahoma City.
  • 3. Gnosh on goodies from the food trucks on Wednesdays at Guthrie Green in the Brady Arts District.
  • 4. Camp at Osage Hills State Park. Enjoy the hilly walking trails, water falls and wildlife.
  • 5. Oklahoma is home to a wealth of wineries. Spend a day visiting several in central Oklahoma, including Tres Suenos Vineyard and Winery in Luther, StableRidge Vineyards and Winery and Territory Cellars, both in Stroud.
  • 6. Celebrate Oklahoma’s native son at Woody Guthrie Folk Festival July 9-13 in Okemah.
  • 7. Hike the Black Mesa to enjoy the view from Oklahoma’s highest elevation point.
  • 8. Take a photo in front of Chaps My Ass, a motorcycle specialty store, in Medicine Park. While you’re in the town, take advantage of its quaint, locally owned shops, restaurants and lodging.
  • 9. Float along the Illinois River in a raft, inner tube or canoe.
  • 10. Enjoy a Big Country at one of the state’s many Hideaway Pizza locations.
  • 11. Take advantage of Oklahoma’s topography with a romantic weekend at Beaver’s Bend and Hochatown State Park in southeast Oklahoma’s picturesque Ouachita Mountains.
  • 12. Stay late on Saturdays at the Oklahoma City Zoo and take advantage of cooler temperatures while enjoying the zoo’s exhibits.
  • 13. Visit America’s only skeleton museum, the Museum of Osteology, in Oklahoma City.
  • 14. Cheer on athletes with physical disabilities at the annual UCO Endeavor Games June 5-8.
  • 15. Reserve a space to tour Once Upon a Time: Stories in Art About People, Animals and the Land at Gilcrease Museum.
  • 16. Ring in the start to summer with a summer solstice walk at Spiro Mounds. Hear about the history of these ancient mounds that were used to track the sun’s movements throughout the year.
  • 17. Drink a pop at Pops, which offers more than 600 flavors in its Soda Ranch in Arcadia.
  • 18. Regroup at Quartz Mountain Resort, a serene lodge and state park nestled in the Wichita Mountains in southwestern Oklahoma.
  • 19. Take a selfie with a totem pole in Chelsea.
  • 20. Cheer on the turbo-charged lawn mowers during El Reno’s Grascar season.