If you've ever wondered what it's like to run a magazine or how crazy my personal life is, be sure to read the behind-the-scenes peek at the daily trials and tribulations of running True West. Culled straight from my Franklin Daytimer, it contains actual journal entries, laid out raw and uncensored. Some of it is enlightening. Much of it is embarrassing, but all of it is painfully true.
In addition to this current journal, my early journal entries show the rocky road and money lost in the True West Business Timeline.
Bob's biography - The Unvarnished Truth
Crazy two days back in the office. Spent all day yesterday moving the entire stock of BBB books, all 17,000 of them, to a new home in Scottsdale.
It was 25 years ago that Theresa Broniarczyk and Chris Sicarella teamed up with me to produce Tri Star Boze, the publishing arm for all my Old West books. We sold more than 80,000 books, but with the death last month of Chris Sicurella, Theresa decided she wanted to move on, so Ken Amorosano and I bought all the back stock inventory. Here we are moving 2,000 pound pallets with a fork lift. We rented a 26-foot Penske truck and motored out to the westside of Phoenix where we found 14 pallets of books, upstairs in a warehouse on Olive Avenue:
Pallet building upstairs at the old Tri Star Boze building
And then once the pallets were built they had to be hauled to the edge:
Our hired kid, Mike, pushes a 2,000 pound pallet jack into position for our fork lift operator:
Our "novice" fork lift operator then loaded off the pallets down onto the main floor and out the door where we stacked the 14 pallets in the alleyway:
14 pallets of BBB books waiting to be loaded
Our intrepid fork lift operator
Yes, Ken had never operated a fork lift before, but he bailed right in and moved those suckers like a pro. It was scary work, at least to me. Lots of dangling poundage and pallet jack sweaty palms on precarious lift gates. This took four of us half a day to load all of the books onto the truck. Then it was off to Scottsdale where we rented storage space:
The truck is too tall for the opening, but we managed anyway.
Took us all day. In fact, Ken and I have to go back down this morning to bring a pallet's worth up to the True West World Headquarters for shipping. Lots of orders already. A new beginning for an old enterprise. Several new titles in the works, including books on Mickey Free, Wyatt Earp In Hollywood: the untold story and a new take on Billy the Kid In Anton Chico.
"Each new venture is a new beginning—a raid on the inarticulate with shabby equipment, always deteriorating."
Bob Boze 10:38 AM
November 17, 2014
Yesterday, Deena and Mike came back from Coyote Ranch at about three and the girls went out for one more walk, along with a little guy who trailed along:
Weston and the Women Walkers
Got home late last night and got up this morning to work on my next book project, which prominently will feature this guy:
Al Sieber In Buckskin (I dig those leather pants with the prickly pear leggings)
Worked on several sketches from this:
Al Sieber scratchboard
I also revisited another photograph of Sieber taken at Camp Verde:
A blow-up of a group photo of Apache scouts and Al Sieber.
Here are some sketches done from that view:
Daily Whipouts: Al Sieber Chief of Scouts, April 11, 2012
And from these, here is an extrapolated version of Sieber:
Daily Whipout: Al Sieber With Rifle, August 2007
Of course, it was Sieber who famously said of Mickey Free:
"He's half Mexican, half Irish and all son of a bitch."
Bob Boze 2:25 PM
November 16, 2014
We started day three of our babysitting gig like we did the first two: in breakfast mode:
High Chair Bananarama
How do you scare the wits out of new parents? Well, you send them a video with this title:
Weston Disappears. . .
This is our last morning babysitting Weston. His parents have been at a B&B in San Inez and are returning this afternoon. We will get our walking papers and a ride to Burbank Airport. It's been fun. Yesterday we went for a walk and looked at the sights:
Weston Sees A Flower
Weston is in the habit of running up every driveway looking for a "ki-ki" (kitty) or a dog. We also ended up at a Mexican food joint and sat outside where Weston kept up a running commentary:
Weston at Burrito Delight commenting on all the "cars" and "trucks" two words he knows.
And we also went to a park where the fearless boy hit the slide about twenty times, sometimes head first:
Weston Slides With Abandon. . .
And here we have Weston playing a certain tickle game:
Weston Keeps His Grandma In Stitches!
"If I had known how much fun grand children were going to be, I would have had them first."
Bob Boze 1:14 PM
November 15, 2014
You can buy a little boy a cowboy hat, but what you really need to give him is a life skill. And I think this morning I did just that:
Weston's Inna Godda Da Vida, Baby!
Bob Boze 2:19 PM
November 15, 2014
Babysitting in Pasadena, Day II: Weston enjoys rough housing with Grandpa and he'll even put up with a waffle from the G-Paw for breakfast:
Weston contemplates a waffle and scramble eggs (scrambled on his high chair tray),
but when the chips are down he wants his grandma Goose:
I'm With Grandma
"I do not spoil the grandchildren. And I keep my mouth shut when my wife is."
Bob Boze 11:36 AM
November 14, 2014
Our first day of babysitting duty in Pasadena. Hard work keeping up with the walking boy.
Weston out walking, looking for "Ki-Kis" (kitties).
Of course, it seems like just a couple days ago when he was just a noodle:
Weston in the summer of 2013
What I like about the lad today is that, unlike other kids his age, he still appreciates reading a newspaper:
Weston enjoying print media. (Full disclosure: Weston just ripped the page out of one of his favorite books.)
And, like so many kids his age, he sometimes gets the Chow Time Blues:
Westons Chow Time Blues (broccoli in bowl)
"I've never been swimming, and that's because it's never been more than half an hour since I last ate."
Bob Boze 5:30 PM
November 13, 2014
Headed for the coast this afternoon to babysit a certain grandson. His parents are planning a getaway weekend and they need backup. They came to the right place.
Weston in his new slippers. A gift from Aunt Amy.
I read somewhere recently that little kids cannot fake a laugh, but I know this isn't true because Westies has this little "ha ha" he does (I have him on video doing it), a very sarcastic burst, that sounds sort of like a forced laugh, or, as we call it in the family—a courtesy laugh. Many think he got it from me. Anyway, according to Kathy it looks like my new name is G-paw Ha. Which I actually love.
Old Man, Take A Look at Your Cars
This is the title, above, of a review of Neil Young's newest book, "Special Deluxe" about his love affair with cars. The reviewer, Earl Swift, in the Wall Street Journal, gets in a few lusty licks: "Neil Young struck out for rock-'n'-roll stardom behind the wheel of a 1953 Pontiac hearse—a great, bulbous mass of pouting chrome and brute force that bludgeoned any air in its way and left a deep atmospheric bruise along old Route 66 when he left Tononto for California in the spring of 1966."
Wow! That is not only a poetic mouthful—"a great, bulbous mass of pouting chrome"— but it also pretty much sums of Neil's entire life. But Mr. Swift is not done, not by a long shot:
"Our cars are our partners, our side kicks, our modern take on a cowboy's trusty steed; they're our sanctuaries, love nests and music halls. They are the setting for adventures, dramas and conversations that stay with us for lifetimes."
BBB and "The Toaster" outside the True West World Headquarters
"Well I heard old Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember, a Southern Man don't need him around, anyhow."
—Lynard Skynyrd "Sweet Home Alabama"
Bob Boze 12:17 PM
November 11, 2014
Here's a photo I found recently of my first cognizant visit to Tombstone (my family and I went through there in 1950 but I don't remember it):
BBB, Terry Townsend and Darlene Harshberger standing in front of Tombstone City Hall in April of 1974
I had just seen David Wolper's "Appointment With Destiny" on the O.K. Corral fight and got all fired up to finally go down to Tombstone. I'm embarrassed to admit I attended the University of Arizona in Tucson from 1965 to 1970 and never made it down there. Came close: delivered meat products to soldiers at Fort Huachuca, five days a week in 1970-71 and every trip looked over at those conical hills longingly but never made it there:
Tombstone's conical hills just south of Monument Ranch
Well, thanks to Russell and Jay at the Monument Ranch, I got to finally go inside Tombstone City Hall, forty years later!
The Monument Ranch Crew: Russell True, Jay, Greg, BBB and Marcel, in front of city hall on Sunday, November 9.
The view inside Tombstone City Hall out the upstairs window at Schieffelin Hall.
Got This Correction Today:
I'm pretty sure the upstairs of the Tombstone Town Hall was not a court room, that's where the mayor and the Tombstone Common Council held their meetings and decided ordinances, appointments, finances, etc. pertaining to the town. It looks like its been cleaned out, the last time I was there (seventeen years ago) it was a "catch hall" full of junk and some very precious town history items too.
"Everything comes to the man who is patient."
—Old Vaquero Saying
Bob Boze 10:41 AM