August 10, 2024
This was a wonderful day for me. I met some of the nicest people and we laughed and laughed. This old cowboy called me out—"Who the hell let you out?"— on the porch of the Crosswinds Cafe at the Payson Airport. He knew all my work and gave me hell for it, which is that old Arizona world of good natured ribbing I love so much.
Of course, thanks to Mad Coyote Joe, I tried the special eggs benedict, not on the menu and available only on the weekend if you know to ask for it.
From the airport, we motored down to Noley's bookstore and art gallery. All local work and just a wonderful throwback to that small town can do spirit. Here I am with the founder and owner.
Marshall Trimble is coming to town and we are having a book signing at six tonight in Noley's.
Yesterday the mayor asked me about growing up in Kingman and I told him about some of the old family tree shennanigans that all small towns have. Our driver then said:
—Sherah LaBonte
I'm sorry, but I can't top the branches on that byzantine family tree with any Kingman story. In fact, that's not a tree, that's some kind of a cobra eating a banana.
"This is funny. You just haven't gotten it yet."
—Steve Martin, in his new autobiography, Born Standing Up
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