The Duke of Dust Delivers A Dusky Dame

July 29, 2011

Yesterday was our anniversary. Ms. Radina and I have been married 32 years. The secret? She's in Germany and I'm in Arizona.

Just kidding. She's in Prague at the moment.

A couple sprinkles this morning, but no rain. Muggy out. Chickens being goofy, but what else is new?

Played with more dust effects. Noodled the dust until it turned into a cloud. Went over and had breakfast, came back and added a foreground figure, before I came into work.

The Duke of Dust Delivers A Dusky Dame
Sorry, I've always loved alliteration to a perverse degree (Razz Revue, Roy Rogers, Jesse James and Bob Boze Bell). Speaking of which, one of the toughest kids I grew up with was Mickey Campa. I watched several of his lunchtime fights in Cerbat Park, conveniently adjacent to Mohave County Union High School. He still lives outside of Kingman and raises bulls (after a lifetime of raising Cain). He sent me a photo of his new bull, which he has named Bob Boze Bull:

I don't think I'll fight him over this. Regarding the name, Charles Waters remarked, "This works on so many levels I don't know where to start."

"Hey, I resemble that remark."
—Pete Figaroa (one of Mick's foes)