Lots of work on Doc & Wyatt issue but I haven’t been able to squeeze in any art time. I come home at night and think I’m going to work, but by the time I eat and watch some war news, I’m pooped and end up going to bed. I have some great photo and art reference for this issue and I really want to do some good stuff.
We’ve expanded the Wyatt Earp photo spread to four pages. Strong images and controversial conclusions. Plus, Allen Barra turned in his copy for the Face Off on Was Wyatt Earp A Pimp? Allen makes a strong case for Wyatt (as I knew he would). Steve Gatto’s copy is also strong. I’m very curious to see how the readers respond, beyond the usual suspects (the nut cases who equate any criticism of Wyatt Earp with hating him).
Bernie’s back in town so we’ll finally put up the Boy Scout Suburban stuck up on the side of the mountain photo from my trip up to Turkey Creek Canyon near Cimarron, New Mexico, two weeks ago. Notice how everyone is standing around doing nothing (including the guy taking the photo) while the lone guy from the Philmont Ranch tries to jack up the come-along. Really a statement about guys and trucks and snow. Ha.
We’re thinking of hiring a circulation director. Met with our prime candidate in our Executive Committee meeting yesterday. We’re quite impressed and excited about taking care of this important part of the biz. We have been really flying blind in that arena, tyring to catch as catch can.
Got bad allergies. Stuff is really blooming. Hacking, sneezing, throat is a mess. Came home and took a nap at lunch. Feel drained.
“And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh."
—Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
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