In the ‘80’s, I saw millions of lights transform Ski Island in Oklahoma City into what I thought was the most spectacular light show I had ever seen. I remember waiting in line behind hundreds of cars while people snapped photos of the lights reflecting off the water.
In 1993 I saw first hand how my childhood park, Shannon Springs Park in Chickasha, Oklahoma, was transformed into the Festival of Light. I had to walk through that park to catch the school bus when I was a kid. I remember city workers with guns shooting water moccasins after a major rain and kids fishing off the white bridge. To see it enhanced with millions of lights was truly spectacular.
These two communities clearly get it.
The year I moved to the country I was amazed at how many people along the 30 miles of highway decorated their homes with outside lights. It was nothing like the light displays I had seen in the past, but somehow the simple lights that outlined a barn or front door against a completely black night void of street lights or business neon signs made me smile.
Last week, however, I encountered a display I had never seen before. Up ahead in the right lane of traffic… just a hint of multicolored lights. I sped ahead weaving in and out of cars to get a closer look. It was a pick up, not so unusual around here, but with a pool noodle attached to the front antenna. A single strand of c7 or c9 lights was duct-taped to the noodle. Luckily, I had a photographer with me to catch this rarity on camera.
This guy does NOT get it.
In the time it took for me to get from one end of the small town to the other, I had analyzed this spectacle to death. I asked every question from “How?” to “Why?” until I came upon another display that brought me back to the simplicity of the country. Two little lights up above to illuminate one of the single most creative displays I have ever seen. Thank you Chickasaw Electric for reminding me that without your services, no Christmas lights would be possible…. Out here.