March 15, 2022
My Albuquerque compadre, Steve Todd, sent me this old photograph taken in Cimarron, New Mexico. He claims it shows me hawking my Billy the Kid book at an event at the Saint James Hotel, front row, kneeling.
Okay, I had Rebecca Edwards blow up the photo and I'll be dang-nab-it, take a gander at this!
I'm still obsessed with dust in all of its permeations.
Daily Whip Out:
"He Spotted the Chalkline Trail
As He Topped The Pass"
Praise From A Well Known Speaker Who Wishes to Remain Anonymous
"Just a short note to give you a big atta boy for what you have done for the real true west and for TW mag, and related projects. Well done! I am a long time historian, writer, public speaker in a very unrelated field. I had seen your mag, many times in the past but have just become a steady reader in the past year. I got my first recent copy a while back from my barber shop. Now I get it from a newsstand. Your scholarship and the quality of your writings is superb! My wife is a retired magazine editor and layout specialist and she too is quite impressed. Keep up the good work and don't forget to train your successors."
Sometimes good looking women just show up in our driveway wearing the coolest hats.
Dang, Ali, That's The Whole Shebang
"We're three-quarters grizzly bear and two-thirds car wreck and descended from a stock market crash on our mother's side. You take your Germany, France, and Spain, roll them together, and it wouldn't give us room to park our cars."
—P.J. O'Rourke (1947-2022), describing ordinary Americans