February 18, 2006
Got a call at about 11:30 that there had been a break-in at the True West Headquarters. Drove up. Big crowd in town for an arts festival. Front door ajar. Nothing amiss. Probably wasn't closed right last night, and some tourist blundered in and set off the alarm.

Went up to Bashas' and bought fixings for black beans ($35, house account). The chef I met in Salt Lake City a couple weeks ago is having a big Spanish dinner tonight. Leaving in about fifteeen minutes.

I miscounted my sketches yesterday. I'm over 600 (608 to be exact). Working on Apache images. I'm doing the Apache Kid for this month's Classic Gunfight. May meet a teacher and Kid expert at Kelvin Grade next week. It's down by Superior, just west of Winkleman. Big travel week coming up. Going to end up in Alpine, Texas on the weekend for a big shindig George Laibe set up over there.

More later. Got to go.

"We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done."
—Old Vaquero Saying