November 8, 2002
Watched a bit of TCM’s Every Great Western Except Shane film festival last night. What a great concept and clever title. They are showing 167 oaters, all classics. I saw a bit of “Naked Spur” on Tuesday and a doc called “Big Guns Talk,” which was narrated by James Garner and dealt with all aspects of Western movies. Very enlightening and fun. Last night I saw “The Professionals,” (1966) with Lee Marvin and Burt Lancaster. Somewhat uneven and goofy in parts, but it had a great sweep and stunning scenery. Robert Osborn said it was filmed in Nevada (several locations, one near Lake Meade) and Indio, California. He also commented that Marvin was drunk for most of the shoot, but, to me, he was magnificent. I met Lee Marvin on the street (4th Ave.) in Tucson in 1974. He was wearing levis and a white t-shirt and seemed like a harmless old man. I was yabbering all excited—”Wow! You’re Lee Marvin!”—and he just kind of mumbled something, I don’t remember what (probably, “Fuck you kid, get away from me.”). It was hard to rectify that image with the confident stud who was striding in front of the cameras a mere eight years before.

Overcast this morning. Supposed to rain this weekend. Worked hard to finish copy yesterday. Got In The Works copy done and tried to polish off Classic Gunfights but it wouldn’t fall. Quit around six and came home.

Great talk with Anderson News in Knoxville. We are finally going to get adequate distribution throughout the U.S. and it couldn’t have come at a better time. The guy I was talking to, actually said, “You have been handcuffed for three years and now the handcuffs come off.” Yahoo! Big circulation jump for Feb.-Mar. issue.

Hens don’t like Jerry & The Pacemakers. Maybe Led Zeppelin?

“Become a possibilitarian. No matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, raise your sights and see the possibilities -- always see them, for they're always there.”
—Norman Vincent Peale