Creating a compelling graphic novel is something I've aspired to since I first read about the concept in 1974. I have envisioned it as a movie on paper and in that regard my vision has invariably outstripped my talents. I can see the scenes, but distilling it down to a compelling and consistent narrative has eluded me.
Last Monday when we drove down to the Old Pueblo to see the Cats play I saw an old landmark with new eyes. Both coming and going to Tucson I was struck with the looming volcanic neck that many pioneers, including the Oatmans, saw on their fateful journey.
Picacho Peak Is Redundant In More Ways Than One: