November 16, 2003
Ran out of time. Need to leave in an hour to go to the airport. Had some good passages going on Clanton ambush and Cole Younger’s toenails, but have to stop and finish packing.

Last night, Kathy and I drove into Phoenix. Stopped at Book Star on Tatum but it’s gone. Huge store, vacated. Instead, a heavy discount bookstore has opened next to Office Max. Bought two books for the office ($32 biz account), one on the history of cinema which has numerous historic photos (The Man Who Sneezed and The Kiss) from 1894 on. We’ll use these in upcoming articles as the history of cinema begins to rival the history of the Old West. In fact, our own Miles Swarthout has been predicting this for over a year—that movie sites, where particular classic movie scenes were filmed, are going to rival the O.K. Corral itself as a tourist destination. There are travel groups cropping up everywhere that cater to this. Miles, my friend, you called it.

Attended a dinner party at Jana’s last night along with Russ and Wendy Shaw. Wonderful time, good conversation and we solved most of the world’s problems before dessert was on the table.

I was asked if I could go back in time what are the three places I would go and I said, “First I’d go to The Grassy Knoll, Dallas, Texas, November 22, 1963; then I’d go to Fremont Street in Tombstone, October 26, 1881 and then I’d just kind of like to spend the rest of the time hanging out in Salma Hyak’s house.

”I hate flowers -- I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.”
—Georgia O'Keeffe