John Wooley

The great American writer F. Scott Fitzgerald once wrote that there were no second acts in American lives – that, essentially, once you’ve failed at...

Sometimes, the effectiveness of a project like the Oklahoma Music Hall of Fame’s renovation isn’t determined solely by the technological improvements, the upgraded spiffiness of...

Last month, we left rock ‘n’ roll bassist Gary Gilmore in his hometown of Tulsa, where he’d been working a regular club gig with drummer...

On a verdant stretch of land a few miles outside of Tahlequah, a literal stone’s-throw from the Illinois River, sit the trim little cabins of...

In my 20 years of writing this column, I’ve naturally spotlighted some people more than once. But I suspect I’ve devoted more words here to...

Honky Tonk PhD, the newly released debut album from Oklahoma’s Krislyn Arthurs, overflows with attitude, darkness, candor and clenched-fist toughness. With such self-penned tunes as...

As a nearly lifelong horror-film fan – I saw my first scary movie when I was four years old – I’ve always been pleased when...

For some five decades now, the husband-and-wife team of Vern and Lisa Robertson Stefanic have – both separately and together – been entertaining and enlightening...

Over the years, the two best-known nicknames for Tulsa have had to do with petroleum: the Oil Capital of the World and the Magic Empire...

Somehow, I missed the news a couple of years ago about how Tulsa had been officially designated as the Capital of Route 66. In case...