TULSA AT LAST PART 22

For as long as I can remember, there was something special about coming home to Tulsa.  It had  an odd feeling...a great preparation in the sudden appearance of structures that grew in attention getting by the mile.  After it had gotten a little serious, there was the Texaco refinery to the South.  Steel towers with twinkling lights, flare stacks aflame...the smell of refined oil as sweet as baking bread on hot Summer nigthts.  The skyline poking up and lit with all sorts of colored lights.  The feel of and the surety of danger here as in all cities.  This was a city of extremes; the very rich and the very poor; the law abiidng and the killer waiting in the darkness.  There was no place like Tulsa in terms of extremes and the heat of the day to light the fire of danger at night.  You could feel it in the air.  The sky scrapers seemed to be smirking ..very content to look down on you as you pleaded for your life.  All of this had to do with the very wide variety of socio-economic classes.   The ignorant, the poor, the criminal minds,  the whores, the run away children just passing through, the very rich who had their way in things that mattered.  I say, Tulsa is a very easy place to be killed if you are in the wrong business.  But, it was and is my home.  I drove into downtown; it was quite warm; the red neon sign on the fifteen story MAYO  hotel was ablaze, and seeings I had plenty of money aboard, I spent the night there.  This was THE Hotel in Tulsa.  Elegant,,,,  I secured my room and it was very nice.  I strolled around the lobby, thinking someone might size me up and offer a service.  That happened and it was very discreet.  I asked for and got a lady visitor via a soft knock on the door.  (to be continued).