July 24, 2003
Still muggy and overcast. Hit 110 yesterday. Quite oppressive, but as we like to say, “It keeps out the riff-raff.”

Drove down to Greenway and I-17 at 5:30 to meet Theresa (from Tri Star Boze Publishing) and picked up two of my Wyatt Earp hardbound books. Stopped at Rolberto’s on the way home and got carne asado burros to go ($6.25 cash).

Talked to Thomas in New York last night. He’s struggling under the expense of living there. It’s good for him to have that reality check.

The Vera issue is nearing completion. Tweaked “Classic Gunfights” yesterday. Several bugs in the new layout. Typography is still a concern to me. It’s not very “Western” but at some point I have to trust Dan’s vision.

In yesterday’s journal entry, in the photo at the Bell gravesite memorial: that’s Sheriff Tom Sullivan on the left and Dr. Jannay Valdez, of Desoto, Texas on the right. That’s also Steve Sederwall (mayor of Capitan and one of the major players in the Billy dig) in the background, between them.

Somehow ripped off a toenail in my sleep last night. I was having violent, logistic-heavy dreams: I’m trying to move from Kingman and I have stuff scattered between Tucson and Phoenix and I need a ride cause the brakes are out on my vehicle and my stuff is everywhere and I’m a long way from where I need to be and I’m afraid someone is going to steal my stuff (not hard to figure out the “symbols” in this recurring nightmare, eh?).

"I went to a bookstore and asked the sales clerk where to find the self-help section. She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose."
—Steven Wright