January 17, 2008
Went up to the Flat Tire Bike Shop (that's the actual name) to check on my flat tire and the owner said, "What did you run into, a mountain lion? That tired is shredded." Turns out they had to order a new one from down in the Beast. I didn't tell him that we did, in fact, run into a bobcat the day before the Fang Fest, or that it was in fact Amy, a ten-year-old declining b---- (innapropriate term), who shredded my tire.

Worked late last night whipping out a black and white illustration of Captain Jonathon Davis, who single-handedly took on a polygot gang of killers in the Sierra Nevadas in 1853 and killed 11, seven with his two Colt pistols, and four with his 12-inch Bowie knife. Just an incredible story of courage under fire:



This will run in the next Classic Gunfights.

Met Deena and Frank at El Encanto last night for dinner. They were out in Cave Creek looking for granite slabs. She is redoing her kitchen and this place north of town has a clearance of huge 6 foot by 9 foot slabs for $150 each. El Encanto has a new menu. Tried the lamb barbacoa and it was excellent. Deena and Frank split a chicken fundido. We split the bill ($31 Sue account, includes tip).

As you know, I've been trying to find out the answers to many of life's questions. Gee, I wonder what McGinnis has to say about this?

"True freedom lies in the realization and calm acceptance of the fact that there may very well be no perfect answer."
—Allen Reid McGinnis