Saturday, August 31, 2019

Holy Mole!

August 31, 2019
   Yesterday I had a religious experience at Mariscos Ensenada on 16th Street, just above Oak, in Phoenix, Arizona, with these two dudes. 


Tres Muy Malo Artistas

   That's my ex-studio mate, Edmundo Segundo (Ed Mell II), and a guy from Texas that has a little three-piece band.

   You'll notice I'm still wearing my "All Access Backstage Pass." In fact, I'm still wearing it.



 If people give me grief, like say, at the grocery store, I point to it and say: "Sorry, I'm 'All Access,' bitch."

   By the way, the mole was off-the-charts holy!

"Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel I had a blues man in back, and a beautician at the wheel We going downtown in the middle of the night We laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide"
—Billy Gibbons, ZZ Top

Friday, August 30, 2019

Just Got Paid Today, Got Me A Pocket Full of Subscriptions

August 30, 2019
   So I'm having a beer at Hanny's last night with this guy:


   And he says to me, "Who is in charge of your subscriptions?" And I say, "Carole Glenn and Christine Lake," and the guy says, "Expect my credit card to light up your office. I was looking at an issue the other day and Dusty saw the cover blurb about a rare Apache scout photo, and now he wants a subscription."

   That would be Dusty Hill, one third of ZZ Top.

   "Just got paid today. Got me a pocket full of change."
—Billy Gibbons

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Goyathlay Is Bulletproof


August 28, 2019 
   Once Geronimo was at a water hole in Mexico getting a drink with several other Apache warriors when a pursuing Mexican soldier got close enough to fire off a shot, which hit Geronimo in the face, toppling him forward into the mud. With the rifle report, the Apaches with him fled and the swarming Mexican troops ran by Geronimo, assuming he was deader than a doornail.

Several minutes later, Geronimo regained consciousness and ran off. Another time, once again against Mexican troops, Naiche related that Geronimo was shot in the chest and still managed to mount his horse and escape.
   According to the artist E.A. Burbank, who was a guest in Geronimo's home and painted his portrait numerous times in the late 1890s. In one of these sessions, he reported that Geronimo bared himself to the waist. The artist recounted, "I was dumbfounded to see the number of bullet holes in his body. I knew he had been in many battles and had been fired on dozens of times, but I had never heard of anyone living with a least fifty bullet wounds on his body." Burbank went on to say, "some of the bullet holes were large enough to hold small pebbles that Geronimo picked up and placed in them. Putting a pebble in a bullet wound he would make a noise like a gun, then take the pebble out and throw it on the ground." 


Daily Whip Out: "Bulletproof"

"Bullets cannot kill me!"
 —Geronimo

   Now, whether or not, Geronimo had fifty bullet holes in his body, it's safe to say, he had more than a few, which is still nothing short of amazing. Going to be a good book.

"Bob Boze Bell is rightly celebrated for his historical artwork and for his narrative contributions to western American history. Geronimo is an ideal subject for this combination, and Bob does him full justice—in part, I suspect, because he probably got most of his information from my biography of Geronimo." 
—Robert M. Utley, aka Old Bison

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Indian vs. In-din and Geronimo's Armed Escort

August 27, 2019
   We finally had a vote on which Geronimo image to use on the cover this month (November issue) and the never-before-published photo won by a wide margin.

  Meanwhile, went home for lunch to finish a scene I have been dying to do for the book:


Daily Whip Out:
"Geronimo's Armed Escort"

   While a prisoner of war being held at Fort Sill, Oklahoma, Geronimo was invited to the Louisiana Purchase Exposition in 1904. The Army brass said he could go, but someone up the chain of command insisted he have two armed soldiers with him at all times. The effect on the large crowds who attended the exposition was to make Geronimo still look dangerous and his celebrity grew by leaps and bounds from this unintended reaction by the public. It turned out to be a P.T. Barnum style level stunt that created a bonfire of interest and sent the G-Man's household name factor through the roof.

   Meanwhile, several people—my own daughter, among them—have cringed whenever I use the term "In-din." Isn't it kind of "insensitive," my daughter wants to know.


   Okay, valid question and one I think I need to clarify at the beginning of the Geronimo book. To me Indian is a dumb word created by Europeans who thought they were in India. And Native American just takes you out of the Old West so fast it makes your head spin. So, I agree with this prominent In-din:

   We are Indians. That has nothing to do with Indians from India. We are not American Indians. We are Indians, pronounced In-din. It belongs to us. We own it and we’re not going to give it back. So much has been taken from us that we hold onto the smallest things left with all the strength we have.”
—Sherman Alexie

   This prompted the following exchange with the Top Secret Writer:

BBB: Yes you need to address this up front--in fact you should quote Sherman Alexie in a page before contents. In-din is cute by half and no one who is not from Indian country (and even then must hang with Indians) gets the inside joke implied. Drop it. But of course use Indian. 
—Paul Hutton

Paul,
   Sorry, but I cannot use the stupid term Indian because it's so wrong, and, well stupid. It's time to at least make an effort to use a new word and In-din is their choice, so that's what I'm going with. But I will site Sherman A. up front. Thanks for that valuable suggestion.
—BBB

Well, its not stupid even if its ironic (a sort of joke on everyone), and it is part of the AMERICAN language. Like buffalo for bison. But whatever. Nice piece on Thom Ross in Sundays ABQ Journal by Ollie Reed. I assume you can access online. Ross is even crankier than you. 
—Paul Hutton

"Good friends call you on your bullshit, then go on listening to your bullshit."
—Old Vaquero Saying

Monday, August 26, 2019

Geronimo's Last Pass

August 26, 2019
   Last pass at Geronimo for the magazine. Goes to press this weekend. Still arguing over the kneeling Geronimo vs. the big head Geronimo for the cover. The votes here, on my blog, are weighted towards the big head, but on the True West Facebook site, it goes the other way with the majority going for the familiar kneeling photo. So, the argument is between, unknown, striking face, vs, classic cliche. Interesting dilemma. Actually, I think we'll be fine either way.

    I still have the book to finish and this morning I got this little, first pass, sneak peek, present from Dan The Man:

   Going round and round on final corrections. Always stressful and complicated. Here are some random notes:


Geronimo with his daughter Eva, at left,
and the daughter of Eugene Chihuahua?

   Geronimo had at least ten wives (some historians say 12) and his last wife Zi-yeh gave him a daughter, Eva, when the old warrior was 66. Zi-yeh also gave him a son, Fenton who was about 6 when Eva was born. Eva was the apple of Geronimo's eye and he worried about her and doted over her. Eva had her womanhood ceremony in September of 1905 when she was 16. She started to show signs of debilitating illness and Geronimo became convinced a witch was doing it so he had a local medicine man, Lot Eyelash, do a ceremony to identify the witch and during the ceremony, the witch turned to Geronimo and said he was the guilty party and had traded the sickness of his children so that he could love longer. That Lot Eyelash lived to see another day is pretty hard to believe.


   From this point on, Geronimo refused to let Eva marry anyone. So, on his deathbed, Geronimo sought a promise from his nephew Asa Daklugie, which Eve Ball finally coaxed from the reticent old Apache.


 Daklugie and his wife Ramona did, in fact, take in Eva, and she married Fred Godeley (aka Golene) some time in the fall of 1909 (based on birth of her daughter). She had a daughter, Evaline born 21 June 1910. Evaline died 20 August 1910. Eva died of tuberculosis on August 10, 1911. All of Geronimo's fears came true. None of his efforts to save his daughter or his family came to fruition. In spite of the glorious success he had made out of his prisoner of war status, the tragedy of his life was the fate of his favorite daughter.



   Even in death he looked like he wanted to bite you.

Full page ad layout from Dan The Man


   The life of Geronimo, the mere mortal, ended in February of 1909, but the legend of the Apache warrior was just getting started. He led an epic life frought with massive contradictions but in the end he rises above everything else: he is the most famous In-din in the world. He has become, like George Washington the Father of the In-din Nations, only in this version he not only cut down the cherry tree with an axe, but he vanquished everyone in his path, with that axe, and never lied about any of it.

"The 20th century began with utopia and ended with nostalgia."
—Svetlana Boym

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Geronimo From Every Angle

August 25, 2019
   When doing research for my book, sometimes Geronimo makes me laugh. Apaches have a great sense of humor which they rarely get credit for. 

   Sometimes the old bird makes me angry. He killed a lot of people and he got a lot of his own people killed in the process (according to Robert Utley, the Chiricuahuas suffered 80% casualties in the G-Man's many wars on both sides of the border). Yet, even in this crazy, darkness I sometimes find myself shedding a tear for the old bastard.

   Here are just a few of the Geronimo's I have found in my research.


Daily Whip Out:
"Geronimo The Fearless War Leader"



Daily Whip Out: "Geronimo's Red Halo"


Daily Whip Out: "Geronimo's Red Tear"


Daily Whip Out: "George W. Geronimo"


Daily Whip Out:
"Geronimo The Cartoon Villain"

   In the end, he was a towering mass of  contradictions. For all of those who say, "he just wanted to be left alone," it's hard to justify that statement when it's so painfully obvious to anyone who has read anything on the subject, that he traveled hundreds of miles, deep into Mexico, killing and robbing innocent people, time after time, season after season. His victims weren't anywhere near his homeland, unless you count anything in his path as his "homeland." 

   Now, my good friend and historian, Lynda Sanchez, has a slightly different view: "Chihuahua, Mangas, Juh, Naiche did the same. They considered all of the northern states of Chihuahua and Sonora as well as southern Arizona and NM their homeland. They did not have the concept of land as we do, so that area to them was being invaded by miners, ranchers and settlers."

   So, to put a fine point on it, the Apaches saw the interlopers as there for the pickings, and I kind of half admire him for his resistance, but Sweet Mother of God, why does he get this beatific treatment, like he was a put upon saint?

   Well, he was named for a saint, San Jeronimo, so maybe there's a heavenly connection that is beyond our lowly logic and reasoning.

   The U.S. Army, which has long been vilified for placing Geronimo in a "concentration camp," actually saved his life, more than once, and then allowed him to open a bank account in Lawton, Oklahoma, to keep his earnings from his appearances. I fail to see any efforts of "genocide," at least in this sordid chapter and all this guilt ridden "poor, poor Geronimo" is so misguided and wrong. So where does this come from? It comes from Americans, just like me, who feel so damn guilty we want to fall all over ourselves to sanctify and deify Geronimo and remove all his sins and place them on the rest of us! Oh, the madness. I totally agree with the old vaqueros:


"History is a cruel trick, played on the dead by the living."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Geronimo In The Crosshairs

August 23, 2019
   Went down into the Beast yesterday to JC Printing, where I picked up five copies of Geronimo's face, from a photograph gifted to me by John Langellier, printed out on watercolor paper. My goal is take each one and paint on the canvas and try and capture the violent vortex that engulfed Geronimo's life.

   Got up this morning and bailed into the first one.


Daily Whip Out:
"Geronimo In The Crosshairs"

   The stars are from Hobby Lobby. Stopped there (47th Street and Cactus) on my way home and bought every kind of star they had.

   One of my goals is to show how dark and brutal those times were. That led me to the second one.


Daily Whip Out:
"Geronimo In Darkness"

   Got a couple more going, but they are works in progress. I'll post a few more tomorrow.

“Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.”
—Imogen Cunningham

Thursday, August 22, 2019

Big, Sad Face Geronimo? Or Classic Kneeling Geronimo?

August 22, 2019
   Help us choose a cover.

Cover 1

Cover 2

"Choosing the right word is the difference between lightning and lightning bug."
—Mark Twain

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Geronimo Up Close & Personal

August 21, 2019
   Rounding up all the first person encounters with Geronimo. This is for the feature in True West magazine and for the book.

Daily Whip Out: "Geronimo Up Close"

   The artist E.A. Burbank visited Geronimo at his home at Fort Sill in 1898 and reported that the “Human Tiger” was, in fact, an “immaculate housekeeper.” Burbank wrote that Geronimo’s wife was in poor health at the time so the old Apache “did all the housework, washing dishes and sweeping the floor.” Burbank mentions that, “One day I carelessly tracked some mud into the house. Geronimo got the broom and swept it out giving me a look that plainly said, ‘Don’t do that again.’”
Burbank also remembered that Geronimo “never left his house without putting out a saucer of milk for his cat, whose whiskers he had kept closely clipped. Why he used the scissors on tabby I never did learn.”
Some of the other revelations:
Geronimo may have been a prisoner, but he didn’t need an agent. When Burbank had just finished his first pencil sketch, the shrewd Apache commanded, “Stop!” Using a young Apache girl as an interpreter, Geronimo informed Burbank that whatever money he got for the “picture,” the Apache demanded his cut— “I want half.”
“I never had a finer sitter than Geronimo, although sometimes he became very nervous while posing. I would give him a few minutes’ rest until he quieted down. Invariably upon hearing a horse or footsteps, he would rush to the door and see who was coming. He seemed to have a haunting fear of being pursued, even though he was at the time a prisoner.”

Daily Whip Outs: "Scenes for the G book"

While setting up a horse race against a white man, Burbank witnessed Geronimo procuring an Apache jockey: “He looked around for an Apache boy to ride his horse. The boy he wanted was playing baseball, and was at bat when Geronimo went after him. The Indian boy swung at the ball, narrowly missing the old chief, hit the ball into the outfield, and then started running the bases. Geronimo tore after him, all the way around the diamond, and chased the boy across the home plate before he caught him.”
Geronimo’s horse won the race and, according to Burbank, “The old Indian went home as happy as a small boy after the circus.”

"We have art so that we shall not die of reality."
—Friedrich Nietzsche



Tuesday, August 20, 2019

When Geronimo Became A Cowboy

August 20, 2019
   History is often too strange for its own good. Exhibit A: When Geronimo became a cowboy.



And if you don't believe me, here is a photograph of him riding drag:



The Fort Sill Cowboy

   So where did this amazing photograph come from and what does it mean? I asked author Michael Farmer and got this reply:

 "The picture you have was found in the personal effects of General Hugh Lenox Scott who was Chief of Staff of the Army at the beginning of WWI. 

   "In October of 1894 when the Chiricahua were taken to Fort Sill, Scott was a first Lieutenant stationed at Fort Sill and was widely respected by the Comanche, Kiowa, and Kiowa-Apache (he was known as Sign Talker because he understood and used the sign language used universally by the plains tribes). In early 1894 General Miles, who was in charge of the district that included Fort Sill, called Scott to his headquarters and asked his opinion about bringing the Apaches to Fort Sill. Quanah Parker and Comanches and Kiowa didn’t like the Apaches but had heard something was in the wind about them moving to Fort Sill. They had a deal with the army to get the Fort Sill land back when the army left, but in a meeting with Scott told him they would accept the Chiricahuas coming to Fort Sill if they stayed there. Scott told them that would be the case, and told General Miles there should be no problems with the Comanche and Kiowa if the Apaches came. After Lieutenant Scott and Captain Maus interviewed  the Apaches at Mount Vernon it was clear the Apaches wanted to go to Fort Sill. The army finally worked out a way to get around the Dawes Act and get the Chiricahuas to Fort Sill. The colonel commanding Fort Sill was outraged that the Chiricahua were being sent there and planned to keep them penned up in a stockade. Scott knew if that happened there would be war again and told General Miles about the colonel’s plans. Miles transferred the colonel to a post in the east and put Scott in charge of the Apaches. By January of 1895, Scott was a captain.

   "As a part of moving the Chiricahuas from Mount Vernon to Fort Sill, Congress had appropriated money to buy a herd of cattle for their use. But, for budgetary reasons, the money had to be spent before January and the reservation wasn’t fenced. If the cattle drifted on to Comanche-Kiowa range there would be bad feeling on both sides––the cattle were eating Comanche-Kiowa grass and the Comanche-Kiowa were eating Apache cattle. This meant the Chiricahuas had to herd the cattle to keep them within Fort Sill land. Although the Apaches were superb horsemen, they weren't prepared to do what they needed to do as cowboys in handling and managing cattle, and neither was Scott. However, Scott had troopers in his command who had been cowboys. The experienced troopers helped train the Apaches, Scott, and his segundo, Lieutenant Capron, who had been the Apaches’ commander at Mount Vernon, how to rope and flank cattle.  That meant Scott and Capron were kept on constant duty supervising the men controlling the herd. Scott and Capron were told that if they slept in the Apache’s camp they would have their throats cut but they had to do be there to manage the herd and they slept there safely without problems. That first winter some of the Apaches didn’t even have horses and ran on foot herding the cattle. In referring to Naiche, Scott described him as “a straightforward reliable person. When he was in charge of the cattle herd I could depend on him completely in every weather, and he never disappointed me.” However, Scott said of Geronimo, “…an unlovely character, cross-grained, mean, selfish old curmudgeon, of whom . . . I never heard recounted a kindly or generous deed.” 

   "By the time Asa Daklugie, Geronimo’s nephew, arrived at Fort Sill from Carlisle in 1895, the herd was well established but in poor shape. He had studied cattle husbandry at Carlisle and lived on cattle farms there in the summers. When he saw the condition of the cattle he went to Scott and nearly got into a fight. Scott talked to George Wratten, the long time interpreter for the Chiricahuas who ran the trading store, about who the ruffian was who wanted to take over Fort Sill. Wratten told him Daklugie just wanted a job so he could marry Ramona Chihuahua, was widely respected among Chiricahuas, and knew what he was doing with cattle. Scott put Daklugie in charge of the herd and Daklugie did a superb job of getting the herd in shape, taking care of  things like black leg and ring worm the other Apache cowboys did have a clue about. The herd became the prime money maker for the Chiricahuas within a very few years.

   "The Apaches worked through the first winter cutting timber to be sawed for their houses and smaller trees for fence posts. They strung over fifty miles of barbed wire to keep their herd on Fort Sill land and out of their villages. They had to ride the fence and keep a watchful eye for rustlers. Nearly all the older men and some of the younger ones farmed. Geronimo was a farmer, but occasionally, I suspect, although there is no record that I know of, rode to help move the herd. Naiche spent most of his time farming too after the fence was up and not as many “cowboys” were needed for the herd.

   "When the Chiricahuas left for Mescalero in 1913 the herd was sold to prevent the chance spreading of tick fever. The Fort Sill herd was considered one of the best in the state. It made enough money that the Chiricahuas in Mescalero were able to buy excellent stock and reestablish themselves as prime cattlemen in NM."
—Michael Farmer

And here is Towana Spivey's take on the Apache Cowboys

   "The Apache POWs were encouraged to get involved in both agriculture and ranching operations upon their arrival at Fort Sill in Oct 1894 and they took to it readily.  Unlike the other tribes (Comanche, Kiowa, Plains Apache, etc.) who were administered under the Indian Agency at Fort Sill and Anadarko, the Apache POWs were enlisted into the army as soldiers and scouts at the same time as they worked as blacksmiths, cowboys, farmers, etc. under the authority of the army instead of the civilian agents.  They introduced Kafir Corn to the region that was more resistant to the heat; constructed soil conservation ponds, etc across the Fort Sill area; and did most of the fencing of the reservation to impound their herd of 10,000 head of cattle.  They conducted breeding programs to upgrade the quality of the cattle and regular roundups were held to brand and treat the cattle.  One Apache cowboy was killed during one of the roundups from a bucking bronc.  This was a communal herd owned by the Chiricahua and Warm Springs Apache as a whole, not by individuals.

   "Many of the Native American ranchers from the other tribes had their own brand such as Quanah Parker (circle within a circle) and some tribes also worked herds using the ID brand of the “Indian Department” or “Interior Department.”  The Apache sometimes used the ID brand but they also mostly used the US brand.  I have one of three Quanah Parker brands known to exist and also one of the ID brands used by the Indian cowboys.

   "Both the military quartermaster and the civilian Indian Agent at Fort Sill bought cattle off the Chisholm Trail immediately east of the post.  I identified a peculiar jog in the trail many years ago that was the rendezvous point of the TX cattlemen and the government agents to purchase the cattle.  The Indian agent bought to provide beef for the tribes under the agency and the QM bought to provide beef for the soldiers.  After the arrival of the Apaches, the QM also bought cattle from TX ranchers for their herd.  During the 1880s, cattle were being used by the agencies to replace the buffalo as a primary source of meat.  I have examples of commercial trade cards depicting efforts by the government to “convert” the Indians from buffalo to beef as their primary staple.  Cattle were issued to the Kiowa, Comanche, etc once a month at the beef issue pens on Fort Sill.  At first, there was an effort to maintain some semblance of the old buffalo hunt by releasing the wild steers one or two at a time and the hunters would engage in the chase to slay the animals as they had done with the buffalo. 

   "However, after complaints were received in Washington, DC from the army wives about this “barbaric” activity, the government changed their approach, butchering the steers in advance and issuing the Indians beef tokens good for  pound increments (1, 2, 5, 10 or 20 lbs.) of beef redeemable at the agency.  This was a cultural blow to the Indians who could no longer “hunt” for their meat as they had done for generations.  Indian ranchers on the reservation and later on their own allotments of land, could act more like independent ranchers-buying, selling, branding, butchering, etc their own beef but with agency oversight.

   "Quanah Parker himself entered into a cooperative agreement with a Chickasaw rancher (Montford Johnson) who had vast holdings on the east side of the Chisholm Trail to permit the cattle drives from TX to pass through a one mile corridor along the trail unmolested if no TX cowboys were used by Johnson as outriders to protect the Indian herds on either side.  Johnson agreed to hire only Indian, Mexican, or black cowboys to patrol the trail on his side but no TX cowboys were permitted.  If Johnson broke that agreement, all agreements were off for Quanah and his Comanche warriors / cowboys.   

   "The Apache were different since they were wards of the Army not the civilian government.  They had 12 villages under various leaders or chiefs who could act on behalf of their village and their tribe but under the direct authority of their military unit (commanders of Troop L, 7th Cavalry or the US Scouts) within the boundaries of the Fort Sill Military Reservation.  The success of the Apache breeding experiments, roundups, herd improvements, etc became a justification for Texas ranchers to push for the government to open up the grasslands of OK for TX ranching operations and many Texans took advantage of this to lease huge grasslands from the Indian Agency to give relief for their over-grazing problems in TX. 

   "At the same time, the farmers from outside the region, used the Apache successes in introducing various heat resistant crops, soil conservation and harvesting techniques, etc to justify their political pressures to open up the area to farmers. Both the farmers and ranchers had their own biased perspectives of course.  This brought about a direct conflict between ranchers and farmers in TX, etc who all wanted access to the Indian lands in OK.  The Apache successes in both arenas were used in the political arguments for the potential success of non-Indian farmers and ranchers.  Official reports were produced along these lines.

   "As a direct result of WWI beginning in 1914, the Apache POWs were given their freedom in that year and had to move off of Fort Sill, taking up individual allotments as all other Indians had done before statehood in 1907.  However, there was not enough land to provide those Apaches who stayed in OK with the standard 160 acres apiece (each man, woman and child).  Other tribes had taken much of the available land or it was given to white settlers during the land openings of 1901 and in the “Leased District” in SW OK in 1905.  Improper allotments to “captives” were largely withdrawn; deceased Indians with no heirs provided some land for the Apache; but there was still not enough land to meet the 160 acre standard.  The sale of the 10,000 head of cattle became the method of acquiring more land than was already available.  The proceeds from the cattle sale provided cash to purchase land back from White settlers to help provide allotments to the Apache.  In the end, no Apache received a full 160 acres.  The most any Apache received was 158 acres and the least, around 58 acres per person.  This was largely possible by the sale of the Apache cattle herd. 

   "Many Apache did not realize how this was handled and for years the question kept arising, “What happened to our cattle?”  In addition to purchasing land for one third of the Apache who chose to stay in the vicinity of the town of Apache, OK, the monies were also used to pay the relocation expenses of the remaining portion of the tribe who chose to move to the Mescalero Reservation in NM.  This included shipping buildings, wagons, supplies, family possessions, and some livestock by railroad. So the cattle herd played an important role in the history of the Apache. There are many photos of the former Apache warriors, now soldiers, ranchers and farmers, conducting roundups, branding, harvesting, blacksmithing, etc. as a regular occupation in addition to being soldiers.
—Towana Spivey

"Mama, don't let your Apache babies grow up to cowboys. . ."
—Old Apache Saying



Monday, August 19, 2019

Good Times, Bad Times In Chinatown

August 18, 2019
   Found myself in Chinatown yesterday so I jammed with some street musicians.


Rocking Out On Grant Street in Chinatown


   We are jamming through the bridge to "Good Times, Bad Times" by Led Zeppelin with me on lead. Oh, wait, who am I kidding? I'm a drummer! it was fun though. Gave them a $20 for the privilege. They really liked that. Told me to came back "many times." So I've got that going for me.

"In the days of my youth I was told what it was to be a man. Now I've reached the age I've tried to do all those things the best I can. No matter how I try
I find my way to do the same old jam."
—Led Zeppelin

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Burning Man In The Sky

August 18, 2019
   You can always spot yahoos in the city because their jaws are slack in wonderment, as they walk along the sidewalk, oblivious to the people around them. They are, in fact, looking up at the skyline of the jaw-dropping metropolis. Here's a few photos to prove it.

Okay, can you obnoxious billboards disappear?

San Fran Girls locked up? In that fortress?


Is that a Ferris Wheel tree, or, what?



Too clever by half.



Top of The Mark


The Majestic

"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."
—Samuel Clemens



Saturday, August 17, 2019

Missing Maynard's Mural On Mason

August 17, 2019
   Got out early this morning to discover the second surviving set of San Francisco murals by Maynard Dixon. Missed those and ended up at the Mark Hopkins Hotel for another look in the Don's Room and saw this Apache in the corner I missed the day before.


Maynard Apache In The Dons Room

   Unfortunately, the second mural is in a building that is closed and padlocked.



Missing Maynard's Mural on Mason

   This happens quite a bit. And several original Dixon murals have been lost either in transition or through demolition. 

   We took in a matinee of "Hamilton" at the Orpheum Theater and it was wonderful.

"How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten Spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?"
—Manuel Lin Miranda, "Hamilton"