Perused a whole stack of new books yesterday looking for possible Classic Gunfights. Gary A. Wilson's long-awaited Tiger of the Wild bunch: The Life and Death of Harvey 'Kid Curry' Logan is out. I'm taking that home to read.
Woke up to a light sprinkle. Remarkably warm out. Bike ride was a delight. Peaches is limping. Don't know if it's a muscle pull or arthritis (she's 45 in dog years). Still, in spite of the limp, she still gives it a go on the ride back and the daily fence fight with the three-legged Barro dog named Frosty. They meet up at the south end of the Barro property and run back and forth on each side of the fence corner and growl and bare teeth at each other. You'd think they wanted to kill each other but dogs have that lie detector deal going: Frosty is frothing at the mouth, but at the same time is wagging his tail. Ha.
I often get questioned about my old radio partner, Buffalo Rick. What's he doing these days? Well, yesterday we all found out:
Here's a close-up on "The Buff" doing his darndest to make hispanics feel at home in the Valley:
As you may know, I'm not a political guy (as fellow cartoonist Steve Benson aptly puts it, "I'm an equal opportunity offender."), so I was not amused by this "zinger" sent to Carole Glenn from barber-shop quartet leader Allen Fossenkemper:
"Did you see Buffalo Rick Galeaner on the front page of the East Valley Republic today. He was at the illegal migrant rally yesterday harassing the Mexicans. I thought Bob might have been there too since he and Rick are both major right wingers."
—Allen Fossenkemper
Allen,
I couldn't make it to that rally. I was busy saving a beached whale. By the way, Ted Kennedy says hi.
BBB
"If anyone speaks badly of you, live so none will believe it."
—Old Vaquero Saying
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