Dear Tulsa,

As I sit perched upon a soft rolling hill of green, I am reminded of the patchwork of memories that we have made together. I have seen many mountains and oceans, but your rugged land holds my heart.

In my early years, we shared some of my best memories on long summer days. Adventuring down endless moss covered rocks in trickling streams with my friends at my side, I felt like a character from my own “Young Hemingway” novel. We braved new territory and earned our stripes.