December 14, 2008
Attended our first Christmas party last night. Party hosted by one of Kathy's gym-mates down off Gunsight Road. Huge Spanish Colonial house in the spirit of Tom Mix's Beverly Hills ranch (see the Tom Mix ranchito in this month's issue of True West). They live on the creek about three miles south of us. A couple of the guys at the party recognized me from the Westerns Channel and I think I sold three subscriptions (so that paid for the gas to the party, ha.).

Much better art day today. Woke up with ideas on how to capture Garrett and El Kid portrait. Had a breakthrough on color and finally got a decent likeness of the two of them in the same scene. I'll post some of the efforts tomorrow.

Lots of talk last night about all the doom and gloom headlines. I can't recall ever seeing so many negative stories, and it keeps coming, day in and day out. Ultimately, we have to laugh about it or we'll all go crazy. So what is there to laugh about? Try this on for size:

“The difference between a pigeon and an investment banker: the pigeon can still make a deposit on a BMW.”
—New Vaquero Saying