<div class="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0exos0GdI/AAAAAAAAB20/in-htLeuSPs/s1600/Picture+31.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0exos0GdI/AAAAAAAAB20/in-htLeuSPs/s640/Picture+31.png" width="491" /></a></div></div><br />While <a href="http://www.Ebay.com/">Ebay.com</a> isn't the only thing anyone ever talks about anymore (remember when it was? Boy, I'm glad those days are over), it's still better than going head to head with the crazies on <a href="http://tulsa.craigslist.org/">Craigslist</a> when it's time to sell some weird stuff.<br /><br />Lots of folks harboring Tulsa knick-knacks agree. Check it out.<br /><br /><a name='more'></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0YkiT5jXI/AAAAAAAAB1U/SYEolFTfMg0/s1600/Picture+19.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0YkiT5jXI/AAAAAAAAB1U/SYEolFTfMg0/s400/Picture+19.png" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />That's a old hot water heater, purportedly from the old Hotel Tulsa, <a href="http://www.tulsagal.net/2010/03/urban-renewal-what-we-lost.html">demolished at 3rd and Cincinnati thanks to urban renewal in 1972</a>. <br /><br />Now, <a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/STEAM-DRIVEN-HOT-WATER-HEATER-OLD-TULSA-HOTEL-/300429546090?cmd=ViewItem&amp;pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&amp;hash=item45f2ff126a#ht_500wt_1154">it's on Ebay</a>. For $300.<br /><br />Then, there's this:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0aOaDHs3I/AAAAAAAAB1c/riu_l1-0uWg/s1600/Picture+20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0aOaDHs3I/AAAAAAAAB1c/riu_l1-0uWg/s320/Picture+20.png" /></a></div><br />I won't vouch for the authenticity of this saloon sign, but either way, it's total weirdness. <br /><br />Then there's this pretty little lady:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0a8C2w5QI/AAAAAAAAB1k/Dd9zq3e2a0E/s1600/Picture+21.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0a8C2w5QI/AAAAAAAAB1k/Dd9zq3e2a0E/s400/Picture+21.png" width="267" /></a></div><br />Her name's Tulsa, and she's a real rodeo gal.<br /><br />For the record, I think Tulsa is an excellent name for a new baby, boy or girl.<br /><br />And now for more weird Tulsa stuff on Ebay:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0cUibakTI/AAAAAAAAB1s/XaMYHFEPpJw/s1600/Picture+22.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0cUibakTI/AAAAAAAAB1s/XaMYHFEPpJw/s320/Picture+22.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Every body needs a vintage car dealer decal sometimes. Especially if it has oil derricks on it.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0chxKYHbI/AAAAAAAAB10/D2IS2BXK_Hg/s1600/Picture+23.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0chxKYHbI/AAAAAAAAB10/D2IS2BXK_Hg/s320/Picture+23.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Because who doesn't love sending postcards depicting the entrance to a toll road?&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">See Turner Turnpike! Great views!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oy.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0cqIvp4wI/AAAAAAAAB18/WkCZqJZNc9E/s1600/Picture+24.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0cqIvp4wI/AAAAAAAAB18/WkCZqJZNc9E/s400/Picture+24.png" width="252" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My dad, ever the Elvis fan, confirmed the authenticity of this poster image. He knew without looking, though, that there were two Elvis concerts at the Fairgrounds Pavilion that spring evening - one at 7:30pm, one at 10:30pm - and that tickets started at $1.75 and went up to $2.25. Both shows were sellouts, my dad's pretty sure.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My dad was too young to see Elvis in 1956, but he wasn't on Independence Day 1976. On the date of our country's bicentennial, he was $12.50 poorer for his tickets to see Elvis the last time he performed in T-Town. He still has his ticket stubs and the Tulsa World review of the show.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's okay, Dad. I'm sure that when Elvis un-disappears, he'll play a show at the BOK Center.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Crazy, right? I'm sure we'd all have a hard time convincing the folks at BOK Center to let tickets to a big headliner act like Elvis go for $12.50.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0dP7yHvaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/7W6fO4uV3Ns/s1600/Picture+27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0dP7yHvaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/7W6fO4uV3Ns/s320/Picture+27.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">An old Tulsa transit coin.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0dIKu7OmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/mp0yydurs8w/s1600/Picture+26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0dIKu7OmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/mp0yydurs8w/s400/Picture+26.png" width="301" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From back in the days when Glencliff Dairy delivered milk in glass bottles right to the doorsteps of Tulsa.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0djXNg5qI/AAAAAAAAB2c/5lETNNPe9m0/s1600/Picture+28.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0djXNg5qI/AAAAAAAAB2c/5lETNNPe9m0/s400/Picture+28.png" width="257" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A Beam decanter from the 1970s.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0eC2ENLoI/AAAAAAAAB2k/6YFNycWUZMc/s1600/Picture+29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0eC2ENLoI/AAAAAAAAB2k/6YFNycWUZMc/s320/Picture+29.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Old matchbooks!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0eZ7wJeKI/AAAAAAAAB2s/-SgO2SkgMO8/s1600/Picture+30.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0eZ7wJeKI/AAAAAAAAB2s/-SgO2SkgMO8/s320/Picture+30.png" /></a></div><br />Okay, admittedly, some of this stuff is cool. As in, really, really neat-o. I may or may not have begged my husband for those matchbooks. And the Beam decanter.<br /><br />Now, don't go thinking weird Tulsa stuff is online at Ebay and on Ebay only. Check out the jewel I found on <a href="http://www.Etsy.com/">Etsy.com</a>:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0exos0GdI/AAAAAAAAB20/in-htLeuSPs/s1600/Picture+31.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0exos0GdI/AAAAAAAAB20/in-htLeuSPs/s640/Picture+31.png" width="491" /></a></div><br />Oh. Em. Gee. What Tulsan wouldn't want this crazy thing on their living room wall?<br /><br />Heh. Heh heh.<br /><br />Then there's the matter of this vintage Oktoberfest shirt, also on Etsy.com:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0fJ_0mf6I/AAAAAAAAB28/ZpfTXABeET0/s1600/Picture+32.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/S_0fJ_0mf6I/AAAAAAAAB28/ZpfTXABeET0/s640/Picture+32.png" width="380" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1986! So. Choice.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know you all are packing some killer garage sale, flea market and antique store finds of the Tulsa persuasion. Or, maybe you have weird Tulsa stuff on your Ebay watch list.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Share with us! Leave links to photos of your strange Tulsa goodies in the comments.&nbsp;</div>