January 23, 2003
Thomas Charles’ birthday. He’s twenty. Yikes! Took him and his friend JJ out to dinner last night at his favorite Thai place, The Pink Pepper. Deena and her old boyfriend Pete joined us. Laughed it up pretty good. Had two Thai iced teas (should have stopped at one, very rich). Got soaked pretty good ($110 house account, includes tip).
Gave T. a birthday breakfast this morning. Pancakes and bacon, orange juice, strawberries and Jimmy Dean sausage. Mmmmm, healthy.

Yesterday I spent the afternoon with Mike P., going over video for a possible series on Classic Gunfights. I’ve got some pretty good video snippets from Minnesota. We’ll see.

Javelinas wrecked the chicken house again. Tore up everything. Final hen is still alive. I don’t know quite how she does it. She’s a tough old bird.

Wrote a letter to Ford’s ad agency, J. Walter Thompson, recounting how it is because of Henry Ford that there is still a True West magazine.

Off to Tucson tonight for a writer’s conference (Wrangling With Writing). Good excuse to eat Mexican food down on Fourth Ave. Probably hit El Torero tonight. Yahoo!

Hollywood Squares’ host Peter Marshall, “When you pat a dog on its head he will wag his tail. What will a goose do?”

Paul Lynde: “Make him bark?”