December 5, 2008
Got back from Georgia about four yesterday. We had a delay on takeoff because a passenger went thru a security door on the plane (I assume into the cockpit) and they had to remove him. He wasn't happy and it took a half hour to get him off. Then we lost our place in line on the runway and had to wait another twenty minutes for takeoff. Smooth sailing from there and landed in Phoenix about two. Met Deena and Kathy, who were out shopping for Christmas trees, and we had a nice lunch at Miracle Mile, then drove out to Cave Creek and came into the office to proof the January-February issue of True West. It had already gone out the door to our printer in Kansas City, but I wanted to catch any last minute stuff. Here's how the first installment of El Kid turned out:



Not entirely happy with it. Feel like I muffed the senorita. She's too Victoria's Secret and not enough Victorian Sonoran. But, it is on its way to the printer and I can't cry over spilled cleavage.

We went with the big rider for the cover. I explain why in my editorial, which you'll see soon enough.

Most of the True West gang is in Vegas today and this weekend for Cowboy Christmas. We have a booth at the Mandalay Bay and the crew is handing out the True West Source Book. Sheri Riley travels to Vegas tomorrow and will work the booth for the entire week. Today the office is quiet, with just Sheri, Carole and myself working hard. Oh, and Ron is here vacuuming. Other than that it's pretty quiet.

Here's a photo of Tom Tumas and Trish Brink this morning:



"If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there."
—Old Vaquero Saying