Cowboy in Cambridge explores the life of an Oklahoma native in Cambridge, MA. From red dirt to a concrete jungle, OSU to MIT, friendly hellos to blank stares, PBR's to red wine; these are the stories of one cowboy lost in Cambridge.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

And So It Begins


Cowboy in Cambridge: a kind soul from the great state of Oklahoma has been uprooted from what he knows to be “normal” and has been thrown into a city they call “Cambridge” The transition looks to be only temporary as one cowboy looks to conquer the halls of MIT.

To be clear, “Cowboy” refers more to an allegiance to Oklahoma State University and less to the boots and buckle I intend to sport around this northeastern city. With that said, the attire that one would consider “normal” in the great state of Oklahoma seems to be quite foreign to those in this city. While they seem to know of cowboy boots, they do not seem to know of people wearing them… while they seem to understand belt buckles, they spend an inordinate amount of time staring at my crotch, which tends to make me slightly uncomfortable.

The next two years will be a learning experience and I hope that you will come along for the ride. 

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