April 3, 2007 Bonus Blog
More Billy the Kid problems: just found out I forgot to include the big Billy the Kid painting (cover of Arizona Highways) for the Hutton show in Albuquerque. I had 28 paintings set aside for the shippers and forgot about the big boy, which is hanging in Sylvia's office here at True West. Needs to go out ASAP.
Whatever Happened to Marcus Huff?
" We finally grew tired of Phoenix, sold the house and threw every dime into moving into a 102-year old building with enough room for all four kids, three dogs and my book collection. The cost of living here still affords some in the bank, besides what we spent on winter clothing. It got to-45 this winter. Old Westy it is....the building is on the National Register, and frequently originally supplied Butch, Sundance, Calamity, Canton...the usual bunch of Wyoming characters. Pretty nice place to go to sleep at night."
—Marcus Huff, Ten Sleep, Wyoming
Speaking of selling everything and running away somewhere, when we were on the Copper Canyon train trip last December I really fell in love with Cerocuahi, high in the Sierra Madres. It was a little village tucked into a little valley. And as the trip has receded in my memory, this one place has grown fonder and sweeter in my memory. Here are two photos, both taken by Deena, that capture the mood of the place. Horses walked up and down the main street, and a donkey, packed for the mountains, was parked outside the general store. I plan on going back there and exploring those mountains, perhaps on that very donkey.
Well, a guy can dream can't he?
Appointment With Irony
"On March 6, 1836, that fateful day, Davy Crockett woke up and walked from his bunk on the floor of the Alamo up to the observation post on the west wall. William B. Travis and Jim Bowie were up there already. The three gazed at the hordes of Mexicans moving steadily towards them. Davy turned to Bowie with a puzzled look on his face and said, 'Jim are we
pouring concrete today?'"
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