Thursday, September 16, 2021

BBB Entryway Display And The Ginger Baker Drummersberg Address

 September 16, 2021

   Sometimes I see scenes as if for the very first time that I have been looking at for months and even years. This is an example of that.

BBB Entryway Display.

    The historic blanket is a gift from Roxy Bacon. Her grandfather was a park ranger at the Grand Canyon in the early 1900s and scored this beautiful Navajo blanket. The sculpture at top is an Ed Mell and the scultpure below is dedicated to my grandmothers. Our skylights did the rest. Thank you Perry Nathan Becker (the first-time architect who riddled our living room with rows of checkered skylights).

   Meanwhile, on the Checkered Women Quest:

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out: "Indentured"


   And, finally, what do Abraham Lincoln and the drummer for Cream have in common?

Ginger Baker's Drummersberg Address


   You have to admit, this photo of Ginger looks like that creepy new AI app where an old photo starts moving and smiling.


"A really good band with a bad drummer is not a good band. A really bad band with a good drummer sounds better."

—Ginger Baker's Drummersberg Address

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

The Back Story On The $6 Million Dollar Gun That Killed The Kid

 September 15, 2021

   If you missed today's Facebook Live broadcast, here is basically what we talked about:

   What the hell is the back story on the $6 million dollar gun that killed Billy the Kid? And who do I think has the ponies to pay that price tag? And what does Pancho Villa and a Teddy Bear have to do with anything?


Sheriff Elect Pat Garrett

   In the fall of 1880, Sheriff-elect Pat Garrett was given his marching orders by the cattle king of New Mexico, John Chisum: "Clean out that squad east of Sumner." By mid-December, Garrett and a motley crew of Texas cowboys had surrounded a rock house at Stinking Springs, New Mexico in the freezing dark and as the sun came up they coldly shot down the first person who walked out the door. It turned out to be Charlie Bowdre and not the Kid. Garrett's posse had already shot and killed another of Billy's pards, Tom Folliard, back in Fort Sumner and with the death of Bowdre, two of the Kid's gang were toast. After a long standoff, everyone inside eventually surrendered and, gave up their arms. They included, Billy the Kid, Dirty Dave Rudabaugh, Tom Pickett and Billy Wilson. At some point Pat Garrett took a liking to Billy Wilson's Winchester and pistol and like lawmen have been doing for a long time, he purloined these two guns for his own use. 

   Beaver Smith ended up with the Kid's Winchester, Frank Stewart was gifted the Kid's horse by Billy himself and the young outlaw is reported to have given his pistol to the mail carrier's brother Mike Cosgrove.

   As a side note, after a stand off in Las Vegas, New Mexico, Garrett delivers his prisoners to the Santa Fe jail, where the Kid spends three months before being tried in Mesilla and sentenced to hang. While in the jail, a reporter asks him what he thinks about getting as famous as Buffalo Bill and the Kid replies, "There's no money in it."

   Nineteen months later, Garrett dispatched Billy the Kid with Wilson's Seven-and-a-half inch, .44 single action Colt.

• So, how do we know, 141 years later that the gun that recently sold for over $6 million is actually this same gun? And, more importantly, what do Pancho Villa and a Teddy Bear have to do with this whole story? And, finally, who would pay that kind of money for a gun even if it turns out it is the actual gun that killed the Kid?

   Well, let's examine the evidence.

• In the early eighties—that would be the 1980s, I was in a small cafe-saloon in Goldfield Nevada, and behind the bar on the wall was a non-descript pistol and under it was a sign that said, "This is the ONLY gun in the West that did not kill Billy the Kid."

• Sometimes it seems like there are enough Billy the Kid guns to arm a junior high school. They show up everywhere and often. During a debate about all this in the 1930s the newspaper reported there were at least 50 guns that claimed to be the killer of the Kid.


• Pat Garrett rode the fame of killing the Kid all the way to the White House. In 1901 he was called to Washington and gets the job as Customs Inspector in El Paso, Texas. It is the top of the roller coaster for the old lawman. But the Rough Riders Reunion in San Antonio, in 1905, did him in when Garrett introduced his friend Tom Powers as a "cattleman," when in actuality Powers was a "saloon man," an occupation Garrett didn't want the president to know about because there were suspicions about Pat's drinking issues. Of course, when the Texas newspapers ran this item then corrected Garrett and the president felt like a "chump," and Garrett wasn't reinstated.




Tom Powers, second from right, at the event

where Garrett lost his gig.


• Pat Garrett drinks more, loses money and asks for a loan from the same Tom Powers who owns The Coney Island Saloon in El Paso. Powers is then loaned the gun for display, or he took it as collateral, or he flat out bought it. Powers had a signed agreement with Pat's signature and the serial number on the pistol.


• In 1908, Pat Garrett is assassinated while urinating along the road to Las Cruces, which prompted his biographer, Leon Metz, to dryly note, "It's the only time in history a man has been assassinated while urinating that the defendant claimed self-defense."


• And then the story went dark. The Kid was forgotten and nobody cared about the pistol or what it meant. Then a strange set of circumstances changed everything. In 1915, the United States supported Vestuciano Carranza and a crime reporter from Chicago covered the attack on Columbus, New Mexico by Pancho Villa and later, went to El Paso and went into the Coney Island Saloon for a beer and asked the bartender what was the significance of the pistol behind the bar, which resulted in 1924's "The Saga of Billy the Kid," by Walter Noble Burns and the Kid is back on the map.




• Rich, despondant and riddled with cancer, in October of 1930 Tom Powers shoots himself in the heart at his house on Wyoming Street in El Paso, Texas. Incredibly, Powers lives for three months and dies in January of 1931.


"The pistol is value at approximately $500."




• Widowed and poor in the middle of a national Depression, Mrs. Pat Garrett sues the Powers's estate to return the gun. The Power's estate claims the gun was payment for bad debt and not a loan and they have the paperwork to prove it. The case goes all the way to the Texas Supreme Court. The court sides with a lower appelate court that stated Pat couldn't have signed over the gun without his wife's consent and on October 7, 1934, Apolinario Garrett stands on the front porch of her modest Las Cruces home holding the returned Colt. She is comforted by the fact that someone told her it could be worth as much as $500.

Mrs. Pat Garrett with the gun.




• Two weeks later, after riding in the Roswell parade as the grand marshall, Mrs. Pat Garrett dies and the valuable pistol is kept in the family until 1983, when Jarvis Garrett sells it to a collector, who then sells it to Jim and Theresa Earle of College Station, Texas. Jim also bought the Wilson Winchester as well. It is believed that Jim paid in the ballpark of $45,000 to $150,000 for the gun. With the passing of Jim Earle, the daughters are the one who put it up for auction at Bonham's where it sold for over $6 million dollars. I would say it has very solid provenance as being the actual pistol that killed the Kid.

Now, as for the question, who would have paid that price? It is a bit of a mystery because during the Bonham auction the buyer was on the phone and he requested his name not be used. Now everyone in our history world has one suspect in mind, the one who we think has the ponys and the motive to pull this off and I think if you watch our video of an event at the Denver Merchandise Mart from 2010 you might recognize who that would be.


The Mysterious Buyer


• And, so, finally how does a Teddy Bear come into this story? Well, after the dustup with President Teddy Roosevelt at San Antonio in 1905 that lost Pat Garrett his job, Tom Powers remained friendly with the president and later gifted the president a bear cub from a hunting trip which he nick-named "Teddy" as in "Teddy Bear." And, so now you know the entire story behind the the $6 million dollar gun that killed the Kid.

• I want to thank Samuel K. Dolan for the fabulous newspaper clippings from El Paso and Mark Lee Gardner for his research on this piece and also James B. Mills.

• And The final word goes to the guy who started it all and bought low, but didn't get to sell high.

"There's no money in it."

—Billy the Kid

A Little Humor Por Favor

 September 15, 2021

   A full disclosure on my recent semi-sexist, semi-controversial Facebook post:

Two of my favorite things: an Arizona sunrise

and great, big American breasts.

   So, here's the backstory. Kathy, Uno and I were walking out to the end of the driveway yesterday at sunrise and I complained that I missed the sunrise and Kathy said, "Let me take my big, American breasts out there and it will make it better." Ha. So, I HAD to use that line!

   Meanwhile, it's time for somes much needed levity.

The Funniest Serious Headline I Saw Today:

Fauci Suggests Nicki Minaj's 'Swollen Balls' Vaccine Claim Is Just Nuts
—Huffington Post

Classic Onion Headlines From 9•11:

• U.S. Vows to Defeat Whoever It Is We're at War With

• Rest of Country Temporarily Feels Deep Affection for New York

• Open Casket Ruining Vibe at Funeral

Best Advice from The Old Vaqueros:

If you are ever attacked by a group of clowns, always go for the juggler.

Best punchline to an extended Norm MacDonald joke:

The set up: So a moth goes to a podiatrist. Then, the late, great Norm goes on and on about the moth pouring out his emotional troubles, and eventually, the podiatrist asks the insect why it came to a podiatrist rather than a psychiatrist. And, the moth says, "Because the light was on."

And, one more Norm-ism:

"I am basically interested in finding out the truth, but I just hope it's within walking distance."
—Norm MacDonald (1959-2021)

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

The Checkered Women Quest Continues: Bonnie's Bonnet, The Mourner, Miss Defiant & Miss Not Amused

 September 14, 2021

   Deep into it. Scratching like crazy, learning new techniques as I go. Love this stuff.

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"Miss Bonnie's Bonnet"


Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"Miss Defiant"


Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"Miss Not Amused"


Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"The Mourner"


"Open casket really ruining vibe at funeral."

—The Onion



Monday, September 13, 2021

The Real Reason I Suddenly Hate Emerson Lake & Palmer

 September 13, 2021

  Pardon me if I bitch a little bit more, but yesterday morning I was in an MRI tube for three straight hours without a break. Ay-Yi-Yi! Donna, the technician at Barrow's Neurological Center, asked me if I was claustrophobic before going in and I said, No, but after about 45 minutes I started to get very uncomfortable. My nose itched, but I couldn't reach it, etc. THEN Donna said to me via the headset, "Okay we're doing your thorax so don't swallow." Impossible! And the more I tried to not swallow, the more I had to swallow! At about the two-hour-and-fifteen minute mark I used the clicker to ask to come out and when she slowly cranked me out I said, "I don't think I can do this any more," and she told me to try and pace myself because we ONLY had one 30 minute scan and then another ten minute one to finish. So I concentrated on the songs they were playing on YouTube in my headset (I chose Classic Rock) and figured that was about ten songs, so I put all my energy into listening to the songs and counting them down like a radio station would do. I must say there were some great ones ("We Won't Get Fooled Again" by the Who, and, "Sympathy for The Devil" by the Stones really stood out as brilliant). That is, except for one. Can't think of the title but it's by Emerson Lake & Palmer and it irritated me beyond belief. I now loathe them like a Pavlov dog (another Stones reference, "Bitch"). Somehow, in this harrowing experience—Rock 'n' Roll saved my life!—I managed to make it to the end and if anyone ever schedules one of these for me again and tries to convince me by saying it will save my life, I will have to say, in all honesty, "Let me think about that and get back to you."


   Speaking of music saving the world, our entire family is head over heels in love with Bo Burnham. Got this from Deena this morning: "I just finished 'Inside' and I want to talk about it. It left a big lump in my throat—it was wonderful and sad and funny and heartbreaking all at the same time. It made me incredibly grateful to not be lonely during the pandemic. That was my first thought. Then I had to start it over so I could watch a little of the beginning all over again. I had to split it up over two nights (I’m so old and tired I can’t stay up that late!). So many good lines. The internet “A little bit of everything all of the time,” and “If you see smoke don’t panic call me and I’ll tell you a joke,” and, I absolutely loved the “That is how the world works” song. Geez so well done with the sock on his hand. Genius. The Jeffrey Bezos song is all over Tik Tok, which I think is hilarious. “Come on Jeffrey you can do it!” And of course “Clear my schedule and pour me a drink imma face time with my mom tonight.”

   As an end note, Deena noted that her husband Mike didn't like it as much because of the "auto tuning." I had to laugh because I am the same damn way, just a different kind of pettiness. When Kathy and I watched "News of The World" and it was over Kathy told me about how much she loved the relationship between Tom Hanks' character and the little girl and the rich way it was told. She asked me what I thought and I said, "The saddles weren't right."

   Meanwhile, on the Untamed Women of The Wild West waterfront:

Operation Checkerboard Women

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out: "Miss Wanton"

You wouldn't want to meet her at her boyfriend's wake. Or, maybe you would?


Daily Scratchboard Whip Out: "Celsa"

   And on a more somber note:

Daily Whip Out:

"The First Lady of Las Vegas"  

   Her husband was murdered when she was pregnant with their sixth child. She did not give up.


"Did a character die in a book you read. You may be entitled to compensation."

—Old Vaquero Come On

Sunday, September 12, 2021

Last Cowboy Standing

 September 12, 2021

   Spent three hours this morning inside an MRI tube, with no breaks. This was down at Saint Joe's at eight this morning. They had me listening to Classic Rock on headphones as the machine banged away on my inards. In a way I was saved by the music they played through the headphones, although I have to say I now have a pure hatred for Emerson Lake & Palmer.

   Afterwards, I treated myself to negro mole at Barrio Cafe and then went to Arizona Art for more scratchboard. Incredibly, they hadn't restocked since my last visit 6 to 8 weeks ago (I bought them out) and it appears they have some extreme supply chain issues going on, as is evident all over the country. For example, we couldn't print an extra 10,000 issues of the September issue even though we had presold them. The printer pleaded lack of available paper. They are not alone.


   Meanwhile, his last couple movies have been really weak ("The Mule" was not even half a movie), but when I saw this full page ad in the paper this morning I thought to myself, Well, I'll be there. 

Clint, Last Man Standing

Opens Next Friday


   Speaking of long runs, the man who indirectly created the Teddy Bear is in this photo from San Antonio in 1905. Can you spot him?


Teddy Roosevelt at the Rough Riders reunion


   His story (second guy from right) will be key this coming Wednesday on The History of The $6 Million Dollar Gun That Killed Billy the Kid. This is on my next Facebook Live. Great story, totally bizarre connections, which I happen to love.


Daily Scratchboard Whip Out: "Sassy Lassy"


   My goal is to do 100 of these little 5" X 7" studies for my checkerboard background cover idea for our next book, Untamed Women of The Wild West. I've done about three dozen so far, thus the run on Arizona Art this morning.


   Also studying one of my cartoonist heroes. That would be this guy.


Jean Giraud who drew as "Moebius"

   I'm also watching "Count Me In" a very cool documentary on drummers. I swear, I want to draw like John Bonham drummed: with a fierce passion and a relentless authenticity.


"The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else."

—Umberto Eco


Saturday, September 11, 2021

The Happy Captivo vs. A Country Going Insane

September 11, 2021

   So, here we are twenty years later, and I think it's safe to say our country is in the middle of a nervous breakdown. That is not my original thought, but it's a reaction to a profound column by Michelle Goldberg in today's New York Times. A few insights: "The attacks [on 9•11] and our response to them, catalyzed a period of decline that helped turn the United States into the debased, half-crazed fading power we are today. . .Bin Laden didn't build the trap that America fell into. We constructed it ourselves. . .twenty years ago we were credulous and blundering. Now we're sour, suspicious and lacking in discernible ideals."


   Amen to that, or as my cowgirl grandmother would say, "Boy Howdy."


Daily Whip Out: "A Happy Captivo"


"The sheep will spend its entire life fearing the wolf, only to be eaten by the shepherd."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Friday, September 10, 2021

Death Row Puppy

 September 10, 2021

   About a week ago, Kathy decided she was going to give Uno a shower because he was stinking up the house. I was in the living room and heard them making all kinds of yipping noises from the back bathroom. Obviously, the two were enjoying a romp in the shower. When they were done, Kathy yelled at me to come dry him off, so I grabbed a towel from the laundry room and pranced back to the bathroom and as I came around the corner I didn't notice that the floor was soaked from him running around on the tile floor and my very first sensation as I strode into the room was feeling both legs go up in the air and the next thing you know I was flat on my back. I hit the floor pretty hard. My first reaction was, "This is how you die." Now I get it when you read all those obits that start with, "He had a bad fall." When you are younger you think, that is so stupid, how do you fall over and die?


   Well, now I know.


   This morning I finally went to the doctor to see if I broke anything and, while it appears I didn't, I am on a strict regimen of pain pills and frozen peas in a bag against my back, three times a day.

Death Row Puppy


Death By Puppy?

   So, I casually mentioned my injury to a neighbor yesterday and she laughed and said she recently had a similar injury when she was walking her dog on a steep boat ramp and the puppy got crossways on the leash, and then it went around her ankles and she fell backwards on her head. A historian said his girlfriend recently had a similiar dog-related injury and it got me to thinking: should old people even be allowed to have puppies? How many of us are killed and maimed each year because we are too slow and easily out manuevered? Are we, in fact, too old to take care of puppies?

   And I guess the better question is how long will it be before we reach herd intelligence?


It seemed hip at the time

"Life is like flying a helicopter. I don't know how to fly a helicopter."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Wednesday, September 08, 2021

When In-dins Were Lawdogs

 September 8, 2021

   Thanks to our good friend, John Langellier, we're working on a very cool feature about Native American Police officers in the Wild West.

When In-dins Wore The Badge

   John is doing a book on all the different tribes of In-din Police and it is going to be a great book. Look for this in True West magazine in a couple months.

"When people suck the life out of you, wouldn't it be nice if they took some fat too?"
—Old Vaquero Saying

Tuesday, September 07, 2021

The Strange History of The Six Million Dollar Gun

 September 7, 2021

   Sometimes when you track down the back story of a current event it gets very strange and interesting. This is one of those stories.

Mrs. Pat Garrett on the porch of her
Las Cruces, New Mexico home
on October 7, 1934

Mrs. Garrett's late husband (gunned down in 1908) loaned this famous gun, prior to his death, to a prominent saloon owner in El Paso, Texas. What happened from there is a very strange and interesting story. One I intend to pursue in the magazine and in the next Facebook Live segement next week.

"Back in my day, we had to walk to the internet."
—Old Boomer Claim


Monday, September 06, 2021

Climbing To The Top And Laying Low

 September 6, 2021

   Hangin' with the family at the beach. And by family, I mean Kathy, my daughter and her kids.



Deena C. on top of Castle Rock,
Golden Valley, Arizona, early nineties


   Of course, she has her own kids now and they like climbing as well.



Weston Rocks The Climbing Wall
at Belmont Park, San Diego

   He's only eight but the lad is fearless. He rang the buzzer at the top which gave him another free climb which he then proceeded to do the most difficult phase—also with ease.


   Here for the week. Laying low and resting.


"The greatest wealth is to live content with little."

—Plato


Thursday, September 02, 2021

A Rustling of Skirts In Lady Land

 September 2, 2021

   Still scratching away trying to get down to bedrock in Lady Land.

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"The Rustling of Skirts"


   I'm also finding more great photographs for the book and others I'd like to illustrate, like this fine little, rifle toting woman.


Rifle Toting Woman, 1800s


   And, this one is a must:


Lily Langtry


   Someone sent me this classic little beaut.


Opodepe Maiden

      And another sent me this biker babe.


Biker Mama


   But of course, I can't run all the authentic Western women I'd like to, at least in the first volume.


Beautiful In Any Era


   Of course, I get "authentic" Old West photos sent to me all the time and, invariably, the sender wants me to authenticate who they think it is. For example, this is owned by someone who thinks this is Josephine Earp.

"Sadie?"

A total lack of provenance and not one ounce

of discretion on my part


   But I couldn't resist.


"A person is always startled when he hears himself seriously called an old man for the first time."

—Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Wednesday, September 01, 2021

Ben Johnson Riding A Horse Is Poetry In Motion

 September 1, 2021

   There are numerous classic cowboy stars and then there is one true cowboy who became a classic Western movie star. That would be this guy.


Ben Johnson

   We recently ran this photo on our Facebook page. So far it has been shared over a thousand times and it has 516 comments, and counting. Here are just a few of the comments:


"No mistaking a real ranch-raised cowboy."

—Jeanne Grimes


"He was a cowhand first, and an actor second."

—Kenneth LeBlanc


"Every movie he was in was better for it."

—Rodney F. Beatte


"When you heard his voice, you knew it was going to be a great Western."

—Rusty D'Amico


"Poetry in motion on horseback."

—Preston Montfort


"If it was a good Western, he was in it."

—Keith N Sandy Trott


"I asked him his advice for young people. He said, 'Always remember who you are, where you come from, and never drink your own bathwater."

—Tom Ward


"Met him at a gig in Mesa at a Sunday brunchtime where he was signing autographs. I asked him how he was doing and he replied, 'I'd rather be fishin'."

—John Richard Kingsland

   

   "In the late nineties, I did in home sewing machine repair, and I was called out to a home in the far east valley by a gal in her seventies or eighties, and got her machine up and running. On the way out, I noticed her mantle was literally jammed with pictures of Ben Johnson. I remarked that she must be a super fan, and she said 'absolutely, I'm his biggest fan, he's my son!'. I told her how much I admired his movies and skill, and that I was one of his biggest fans as well! I said goodbye and took my leave. A week later, she called again to tell me she was still having some issues, and I headed out her way. When I got there, Ben was there! Her issue with her machine wasn't, she just wanted to give me a chance to meet him, and it was wonderful."

—Chip Quinn

"Nobody set a horse better."
—Steve Filmore

An Oklahoma boy, who was great from the start



   Okay, we got the message loud and clear. That's why it's time for. . .

Our November issue landing in subscription mailboxes on October 15

"I'm not the best actor but I'm great at playing Ben Johnson."
—Ben Johnson


Monday, August 30, 2021

Coach Les Byram Was a Great Coach And A Fine Kingmanite

 August 30, 2021

   When I was in the fifth grade at Palo Christie Elementary School in Kingman, Arizona, a young coach came to our school in the early morning, before classes, and began running basketball drills with us in our small gymnasium. Thanks to him we started having games in the sixth grade and by the seventh and eighth grade we were winning tournaments.

 
Coach Les Byram and the 1960

Kingman Junior High Basketball Team


  We were seasoned and ready when eighth grade came around. Les also coached our baseball team in eighth grade and we loved the guy and would do anything for him.


  Well, we lost our first basketball game, on the road, at Poston, and on the long ride home, he told us there's more to learn from losing than there is from winning. We won every single game from then on out, including two tournaments. The next year, he extended the winning streak and not only did the Kingman Junior High team beat everyone in northern Arizona, but Coach Byram, called schools in the Valley of the Sun, drove the boys down there and beat them as well. Les engineered the longest, extended winning streak in school history.


The 1961 Championship Team

   That's me (#13) standing next to my best friend Charlie Waters (#9) and that's Dan Harshberger, back row, second from left. We went 16-1, beating both Parker and Poston in the Blythe, California tournament and Philbert Watahomogie (#4) got most valuable player. We also won the Kingman Invitational beating Bagdad, Blythe and Parker Dam for the championship.

   A handwritten note on the back says, "Cheerleaders were, Jan Key, June Smith, Karen Johnson and Michele Gilpin." In high school I dated three of them and one of them hates my guts to this day.

   Whenever I had an event in Kingman, Les would show up to support me. What a great guy.


Mickey Campa, Dan Harshberger,
Coach Les Byram and BBB
at the Kingman Powerhouse Museum
for a "66 Kid" booksigning,
 March 31, 2017

Lester Wade Byram, a longtime Kingman resident and former Mayor, passed away at age 92 on August 19, 2021, at home in the company of family following a brief illness.

 

Lester was born and grew up in Melbourne, Arkansas, where he played college basketball at Arkansas Tech. He received a graduate degree in Education from Arizona State University and undertook doctoral studies at the University of Arizona in Tucson. In 1957, Lester moved to Kingman, where he taught junior high school and coached champion basketball teams. Lester Byram went on to serve as the principal of Manzanita Elementary School and Kingman Junior High School.  

 

From the time he moved to Kingman, Lester was actively involved in the community. He served on the Kingman Regional Hospital Board for many years during the time the KRMC campus was constructed.  Lester was a Councilmember as well as Kingman’s longest-serving Mayor. Les was involved with many community service organizations for many decades including Rotary, Elks, and Toastmasters. He enjoyed playing basketball and softball competitively for many years in local Kingman Leagues. He was the Grand Marshal for the Andy Devine Parade.  Les attended Saint Johns United Methodist Church.



Les and Lyndal Byram on their wedding day.

 

Lester is survived by his wife Lyndal; three sons John, Kevin, and Robert; daughter-in-law, Simran and, grandson, Neil.


"Grandma was slow, but she was old."

—Coach Les Byram, telling us, with a grin, to get the lead out of our pants

 


Sunday, August 29, 2021

Pioneer Girls In The Wind vs. Wyatt Earp's Dust In The Wind

 August 29, 2021

   Still rammin' and jammin' on my checkerboard Untamed Women of the Wild West cover concept. Here's one young girl I got from a photograph:

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"Pioneer Girl In The Wind"


   And, here she is in context.

Daily Scratchboard Whip Outs:
"Checkerboard Untamed Women
of the Wild West, #5"

   Now, notice the directon that is starting to happen at bottom, right, where the angle of the lines in one frame bleeds north into the angle of the kitchen table in the Pioneer Woman stirring the pot? What if more of these individual scenes had unifying direction lines going on, perhap, like this:


Daily Whip Outs; 

"Directional Checkerboard Synergy"


   Meanwhile, out on the north forty. . .


Slinky Coyote?


   This is actually a rare Router Cord Killer Wizenheimeer slinking past our pump house. Here's a close up of him swimming in our pool and laughing at the cord he chewed up.

The Cord Laugher


The Wake Up Call

   Here's a stone cold wake up call. I have long looked at this photograph of Wyatt Earp with some sympathy because I always saw him as an over-the-hill guy,  his life waning away and he can't get his story told, and time is running out.

Wyatt Earp, age 74


   Oh, boy. He is the same age as I am now. He really doesn't seem that old to me now. Just a kid, really.


"I am older than my old man now. I guess that means I kicked his ass. [Or] just that you have survived? Nobody is sure exactly why. Everybody has to die." 

—Loudon Wainwright III, "Older Than My Old Man Now"