Thursday, February 13, 2003

February 13 2003
Woke up around four to the sound of heavy rain. Actually felt snugly as I drifted in and out of sleep until around 5:45. Kathy got up and got coffee and we talked about family and business as we listened to the heavy pounding on our flat roof.

Went out and got paper at 6:30. Still dark, had to feel my way around big puddles, road running pretty heavy with water. Surprisingly warm out.

Yesterday was a stellar day in office. Record revenues (we may be out of debt sooner than originally thought—but still at least a year or two away). Our office copies finally arrived (April issue) from Banta about three. Got a bucket brigade going out the door with Carole, R.G., Mike, Ted and Larry and me. Got them into the mail room. Issue is strong, and thanks to Robert Ray it has more “brown” in it. Especially the Living On The Land photo essay on a ranch down by Douglas. Great photos of roundups and cowboys, blown out in nice sepia tones. The piece also has air, white space, and I think that may somewhat account for the next item.

My mother called and said, “Thanks for redesigning the magazine so I can find things easier. It’s good you listen to your mother.” I told her it was the least I could do, but I’m not sure I know what she’s talking about. Ha.

Daniel put the final tweaks on the travel cover and there was some debate on whether to include Billy the Kid’s face in a distant Monument Valley butte. It is cheesy, kitsch and a tad bush, but I broke the tie and said it should stay in. I think it’s fun. Here it is. Can you see Billy?

Got a speech and book signing at Borders in the Biltmore tonight. May take Jana out to dinner.

Be wiser than other people if you can, but do not tell them so.”
—Old Vaquero Saying

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