March 22, 2007
Rained during the night and Buddy Boze Hatkiller broke in the front door, waltzed into our bedroom and went to sleep at the end of the bed. I distinctly heard his snoring. Or, was I dreaming? I mentioned my dream to Kathy when we woke up this morning (Buddy was outside by the door sleeping and we could see him through the glass door). She went out and sure enough, the front door had been doggied.

For some reason I keep coming back to red and black. This color scheme really speaks to me. Here's today's sketches, done at the breakfast table (3,435 sketches, six a day without missing):



The big question is, can I sustain this color scheme for the Top Secret Project and how would I incorporate that with full color stuff, or would I?

Once upon a time, long ago, the Mohave County Union High School Bulldogs baseball team returned from a weekend double-header in the Valley of the Sun, and in the wee hours of the morning The Traveler (as our bus was affectionately called) pulled up behind the New Building (as it was un-affectionately called). The players, including myself, stumbled out into the cold to our cars. Lo and behold there was a note in a feminine hand attatched to the driver's side windshield wiper of my midnite blue 1957 Austin Healey. The message was flirtateous and I might add, quite arousing, even in a brisk wind and at three in the morning.

Fast forward to the next weekend and the JV cheerleader who wrote the note and I are making out in the trunk of a car. Yes, it was the old sneak into the drive-in trick, as an excuse to, well, make out. Little did I know at the time that I was copping a feel. Or should that be feeling a cop?

Groundless Accusations Or The Ring of Truth? You be The Judge!
"I finally had time to catch up with your blog and was sorry to hear about your Mom's passing. I also found her obituary posted on the Kingman Daily Miner website. I didn't realize she had been struggling with Alzheimer's and had been 'gone' from you for some time. As an only child you were always such a 'Momma's Boy' (please know that I mean that endearingly), and I 'm sure it was difficult to have to deal with by yourself. You're so fortunate to have the great family you have, and I love to read the funny things you write about them.

"I think your Mom may have, at some time, lived with Dr. Paup's family while she attended high school. I think that's what my Dad told me long ago. He was about 8 years old when his family moved to Kingman from Needles (previously lived in Southern CA), and he has many stories to tell about growing up in Kingman. Dr. Paup died when Dad was 17, so I never knew my Grandfather (although he did deliver his first grandchild, my cousin Melanie Morris). We did grow up having all the old folks in town stop us to ask if we were Dr. Paup's twin granddaughters, though.

"As the family genealogist, I have attempted to gather as much information as I can. I am often regretful that I didn't think to ask more questions of my mother before she died in 1999, and her mother (Sylvia Lillian McComas, born 1907 in Silver City NM....yes, related to Charlie McComas whose family was murdered by renegade Indians on the Lordsburg Trail) before she died in 2001, or at least to journal or record EVERY STORY they ever told me....!!!"
—Sergeant Corinne "Coe" Mitchell, Department of Public Safety

Onion Headline de Jour
Inhibitions Found In Seedy Motel Room

"There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords."
—John Muir