I read more of Elmore Leonard's Classic Tales last night. "The Kid" is a short story about a white boy raised by Apaches who shows up in southern Arizona and, wait a minute! That sounds familiar. Ha. There is nothing new under the sun, or as Lennon said, "Nothing you can know that isn't known."
Jesse James On The Brink of Doom
More evidence that Warner Brothers has written off The Assasinatioin of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford. This morning's Arizona Republic printed a sour opinion of the Brad Pitt flick, running an eastcoast review (since it is opening here without a press preview). The author, Eleanor O'Sullivan, gives it two stars and pouts, "a movie that feels endless—160 minutes—and repetitive to the point of excess."
Meanwhile, the new movie Into The Wild has numerous Arizona locations, including Hoover Dam, Lake Mead, Bullhead City, Parker, Page and Yuma. Turns out the executive-producer, John J. Kelly lives out here by me. Kathy and I may go see the movie this weekend.
Buckeye Blake's Cursed Dead Billy Goat
Buckeye's son Teal, sent me a photo of the black billy goat that died under the sculpture of the dead Billy Kid. Here it is:
Man, I wish I had this for photo reference when I was producing all of those death goats for my Illustrated Life & Times of Billy the Kid. Isn't that death stare haunting? Real death eyeballs are so fixated and scary, it's hard to capture.
"All you need is love."
—John Lennon
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