October 26, 2005
One of Cave Creek’s living legends came by the office two days ago. Floyd Brooks, horse trainer extraordinaire, wanted to give us a story idea. Great stunt men of the Old West. Great idea. Floyd also has a big, off-white stallion I want to go by and see. Going by there on the way to my annual physical this afternoon.

Got a haircut at one from my neighbor Bev. She had me in stitches telling stories about our mutual neighbor JD. She also had a cure for the packrats in my ‘49 Ford. “Give the car to us.” Funny. ($20 cash, includes tip). Paul the Barber came in limping. Bad bone spur in his ankle, he says. Bev’s selling out. Wants more time at home and at their cabin in Payson. Everyone my age is retiring or playing golf. Salty Richardson plays every day, trying to get his score down.

Rounded up art reference for the Texas Rangers vs. Jesse Evans gunfight this morning. Going to be a good one. Thanks Chuck Parsons!

Proof that marrying a younger woman named Heather has its downside:
Sir Paul McCartney was out with his young wife when she recognized his voice in a song playing in the background. “She recognized my voice,” the cute Beatle mused in Rolling Stone, “and said, ‘Is this you?’ I said, ‘Yes, darling. It’s called ‘Get Back.’ It’s quite famous.”

Kathy told me this morning that if I really loved our house I’d clean my studio. She’s right, but I hate that kind of pressure because. . .

“Exactness and neatness in moderation is a virtue, but carried to extremes narrows the mind.”
—François de Salignac de la Mothe-Fénelon