April 22, 2004
A good friend of mine, Bart Bull is in town and he came out yesterday and we went to dinner at El Encanto last night (we split fajitas and had two Pacificos, $27 cash, includes tip). Lots of laughs and good conversation. He knows quite a bit about magazines and had lots of ideas and inspiration. I think we are going to go down to the Nogales, Tombstone, Bisbee, Lordsburg, Hachita, Pelloncio Mountains, Gray's Ranch area this weekend. That should be fun. On The border with Boze and Bull.

Finally finished the copy for the Bill Doolin shootout this morning. It can now go into production.

We are having a sales meeting lunch (Carole is ordering pizza from Barros’) to get the sales staff up and cranking. They have been a tad down and they need a lift.

I’ve been thinking of all the nicknames of kids I grew up with. It’s funny, I don’t really think we had that many, but I’ll be talking to someone and I’ll say “I was talking to Chicken and he said Tinker died recently,” and people will act like I’m making it up. Here’s a few of the Kingman nicknames off the top of my head:
• “Tinker” Alvarado
• “Chicken” Esquebel
• Richard “Squibe” Nish
• “Moon” Nish
• Ray “Buns” Bonham
• Charlie “Bugs” Waters
• “Low Pants” Vance
• Arnold D. “A.T.” Thomas
• “Roxy Coxy” Redican
• Jim “Cove-a-ruby” Covarubias

I could go on, but I won’t.

“What you get is insignificant compared with what you do with it.”
—Ralph Marston