The first night in Tulsa brought on feelings of emptiness, like the city had been made yesterday.  This place was built with the money of a few rich oil men and has a dark history of racial violence that leaves an air of tension in certain areas of the city.  While people have managed to get along regardless of that, there is a certain uneasiness that comes with half-hearted attempts at reconciliation and longstanding coexistence for the sake of existence.  

All that said, the people were friendlier than those found in Los Angeles or some other area prone to haughty egos and the last night in a bar surrounded by music and good characters dispelled most of the uneasiness.

Still, I wonder if things will ever even out.