Friday, December 12, 2025

Pointsettias Aren't Called That In Mexico

 December 12, 2025

   Just got this report from a friend of mine down on the Nogales border.

Noche Buenas Meet Joel Poinsett

Noche buenas, as they are known in Mexico

   "Here are a couple of Noche Buenas, above, as they’re known South of the Border. Euphorbia pulcherrima, owe their name and fame to Joel Poinsett, (1779-1851) first US Ambassador to the newly independent Mexico. Named by President John Quincy Adams. In addition to being a physician, graduate of University of Edinburgh, he was an excellent horticulturalist-botanist. Once in Mexico he discovered the above named Euphorbia in Taxco, took several cuttings which he sent to his horticultural friends and which he planted at his residence (he had a greenhouse at his home in South Carolina) and encouraged others to do the same. The plants thrived, beautiful green leaves and red flowers, and today are grown by the millions for the December market around the world. Like others of his time and place he and his family owned and traded in slaves. He was eventually asked to leave Mexico by the fledgling government because of his interference in their elections. Still, his name remains attached to one particular flowering plant. With a bit of care you can get more than a year out of your poinsettias if you’re careful. Having a greenhouse, as I do, certainly helps."

—Greg Scott, historian and horticulturist

   As for myself, I am back out on the road in search of an elusive, but prevalent signature of desert highways.

Daily Whip Out: "Heatwave Highway"


Route 66 Public Service Announcement #73

The Beautiful Hitchhiker Legend Meets Reality

   Throughout the last century of travel on Route 66 one myth stands tall and that is of the beautiful hitchhiker who beckons to lonely male drivers for a ride. Never mind that it was dangerous (on both sides!) and often hid a darker motive. There are multiple police accounts of female hitchhikers getting a car to stop and then her ne're-do-well boyfriend—in some cases plural!—jumped out of the bushes or the ditch to cash in on the "free ride." Most of these encounters ended well, but more than a few did not. Still, the myth endures.

Linda Ronstadt assumes the Hitcher pose

in the 1970s​


"An expert is a person who has made all the mistakes that can be made in a very narrow field."
—Niels Bohr

Thursday, December 11, 2025

Pardon My English? But Is That Pitcher Speaking Hualapai to The Catcher?

December 11, 2025

   Certain atmospheric scenes attract me and when that happens I get rather anal about it and do multiple takes on the geothermal rendering of it. 

   On one side is civility. On the other—is everything else.

Daily Whip Out: "El Divisadero"

   And, I still like to warm up with the loosey goosey.

Daily Whip Out: "Roses For The Lady"


   Here are two of the very zaniest Hualapais you could ever meet, circa 1964:

Nay and Squibe Nish

   It was Nay Nish who was catching in a MCUHS away baseball game at Peoria, Arizona. On the mound was this fast ball throwin', groovy cat:

Philbert Watahomogie

   Instead of finger signs that 99.9% of baseball catchers use to determine what the next pitch should be (fast ball, curve, slider, bean ball. . .) the two Hualapais merely conversed in their Native tongue, rather loudly, which unnerved the Peoria leadoff man, who stepped out of the batter's box and said to the homeplate umpire, "Can they do that?" We laughed all the way back to Kingman. And Philbert struck him out, to boot. So there.

"Do the French say, 'Pardon my English' before they swear?"

—Old Vaquero Question


"To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan and not quite enough time."
—Leonard Bernstein

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Mexican Jail Bait And The Cave Outside Our Window

December 10, 2025

   Sometimes I look around our property and think to myself, how did I get so lucky? I mean, who has a Mexican jail in their front yard?

Mexican Jail Bait
(built by my Kingman Cowboy Cousin Craig Hamilton)

   In the same vein, who has this view out of their living room window?

The Cave Outside Our Window 
(yes, as in Cave Creek)


   So, how did I land this primo casa? Twenty years ago I served on a book panel with Diana Gabaldon at the Flagstaff Book Fesitval. After the panel broke up we chatted and I asked her how she got her breakthrough blockbuster deal with The Outlander and she laughed and said she simply posted scenes and encounters on her online blog until enough people asked, "What happens next?" And when she increased the number who asked that she sent it to a publisher. Doesn't get much more simple than that!

   That's exactly how I got the view.

"There’s a great story about Pablo Picasso, where an interviewer asked him if he was ever intimidated by that blank canvas in the morning and the artist’s response? 'That canvas better be afraid of me when I get up in the morning…'"

—Craig Johnson, author of the Longmire Series


Daily Re-Re-Whip Out:

"Darkness On The Edge of My Hometown

Final Final"

  If I could do one thing better, it would be this.

The whole art of life is knowing the right time to say things."
—Maeve Binchy

Tuesday, December 09, 2025

Darkness On The Edge of My Hometown plus BBB Tales From Across The Border

 December 9, 2025

   When things get bleak, I simply turn on the news for relief. I jest of course—the truth is I'm having a hard time even watching the shows I used to love that make fun of the news. When I scroll through the daily headlines on my phone, here is a snapshot of my current mental state. . .

Daily Re-Whip Out:

"Darkness On The Edge of My Hometown"

   Speaking of my hometown, next year is the 100th anniversary of Route 66 and what better time to do a Kingman Film Festival at the historic State Theater where I watched movies every Saturday (for 25 cents!), like "Edge of Eternity" which featured my dad's gas station, "Easy Rider," "Two Lane Blacktop" And "Foxfire."

A '54 Ford station wagon slammin' down Old 66 near Cool Springs, in Foxfire, 1955

   Could be a ton of fun. Meanwhile, most of my attention has been diverted to the border. Or, more specifically, across the border into Old Mexico.

Vaqueros Galore!

   I'm working on a story about that magic era of Hacendados and High Horseback Culture before it all went to hell in 1910.

Vaquero Magnifico!


"And when you reach the broken promised land
Every dream slips though your hand
And you know it's too late to change your mind
'Cause you pay the price to come this far
Just to wind up where you are
And you're still just across the borderline"

—Freddy Fender, Across The Borderline

Monday, December 08, 2025

Dick Speed Takes Aim, Finally!

 December 8, 2025

   I owe a painting to this guy.

Our Man On The Ground Steve Todd

 Steve lives in Albuquerque and is retired military. For grins he likes to attend Old West events, like the one, above, in Tombstone. He mans a booth and represents True West magazine and my books. He assures me he loves this and he doesn't charge me for gas, lodging, or food, but he did ask me for an original painting of Dick Speed firing at Bitter Creek Newcomb in the Ingall's Onslaught on September 1, 1893. Seems like a fair trade. How hard could that be?

   Well, okay, in fairness, it has been a few years. When this happens I tend to get massive Lutheran guilt. And when I walk around with that much guilt, I make excuses: Steve's not really in a hurry. We still have time. Remind me, who is Steve Todd?

The Nitty Gritty On Dick Speed

     So, here is the key narrative from my Classic Gunfights, Vol. 1, page 52: Outlaw Bitter Creek Newcomb "heads up Ash Street to investigate. As he rides past the town's water well, he sees a man with a Winchester step from the doorway of Light's blacksmith shop. Newcomb overhears the man ask a local kid, 'Who is that rider?' as Newcomb puts his hand on the butt of his saddle gun, the boy replies, 'Why, that's Bitter Creek!' . . .the lawman immediately jerks his Winchester to his shoulder and fires."

   That's the scene Steve wants. So, how to attack this? First I break it down to the simplest forms which is what they taught us to do at Art School.

Daily Whip Out: "Dick Speed Breakdown"

    This is a joke. The above sketch is the last thing I did—this morning!, but it makes me seem more introspective and proactive than I really am. Here's the actual first sketch:

Daily Actual Whip Out: "Dick Speed Takes Aim"

   And, here's first pass at the final push:

Daily Whip Out: "First Pass Dick Speed"

Daily Whip Out:
"Dick Speed Takes Aim Final"

   This painting will be in the next issue of True West magazine, which goes to press tomorrow.

"If every instinct you have is wrong, then the opposite would have to be right."
—George Castanza, Seinfeld

Sunday, December 07, 2025

The Gotcha Gang: And You Call Yourself A History Magazine?

 December 7, 2025

  Saw a blooming sunflower on our walk this morning and Uno got a little excited.

Uno Licks Chops

Invasion of The Gotcha Goobers!

   One of my least favorite aspects of owning a history magazine are the semi-frequent swipes at our veracity, or, put another way, the verbal attacks on our authenticity. Case in point: this snothead kid came after Marshall Trimble over some inane claim by the owners of the Birdcage Theater which Marshall repeated in his column and this Gotcha Gang Kid attacked Trimble's bonafides and ended it with an attack on us with this precious bromide: "and you call yourself a history magazine!"

   As my friend Allen Fossenkemper puts it: "The Gotcha Gang members are probably half right and half crazy." That's a big Amen, from all of us in the history trenches.

   We are dedicated, fallible professionals. When the dust settles, history is about understanding change. That is not as easy as it sounds. All that said, I love what Margaret Atwood says about criticism like this: "One glance from my baleful eyes and strong men weep, clutching their groins, lest I freeze their gonads to stone."

Coming Soon from Boze Studios. . .

The Night Man

   Back in the late sixties a 19-year-old budding writer I knew took an overnight shift at a lonely Route 66 gas station so he could have some quality down time to work on his writing. It didn't go like he thought it would. On the writing front, he knew pretty fast he was raking a dead fire. He grew frustrated and depressed and he told me by the third night he began to write down his impressions of the odd customers who seemed to get odder and stranger, as the shift wore on. And, it wasn't just the weird customers, he confided to me, the closer to dawn, the creepier everything became.

Dodge Charger In The Outside Lane

   But the strangest encounter he had was with a Show Girl from Vegas. Or, at least that's what she told him she was when she came in the lube room without a stitch on.

"What do I have to do for a tank of gas?"


"I prided myself on seeing things others ignored or refused to see."

—The Nightman

Saturday, December 06, 2025

Sigler Museum Folks Pitch A Doozy

 December 6, 2025

   Here's another sunrise yawner.

Sunrise Over Black Mountain in Cave Creek

   What does $7 million dollars look like on a wall?

Dan Finley, executive director, standing with a

Charlie Russell painting, The Navajos, 1919

at the Sigler Museum in Wickenburg, Arizona

   Yesterday, I met with Dr. Tricia Loscher and Dan who is noted for his development of innovative programs, team-building skills, fiscal management, fundraising ability, and for creating strategic alliances with staff, board members, volunteers, and the community. Tricia and Dan want to do a show with my art to open their new museum wing. I am quite honored and we will have some fun.

   Coming soon from Boze studios

(featuring a new dimension of terror!)

   The water was shallow so he rode deeper into the chasm.

Daily Whip Out: "Death Canyon Rider"


More Feedback On The John Ringo Mystery

   "I challenge my friend Janelle's theory [who posited that Ringo was murdered]. Having read over the actual coroner's records any number of times, and with a clear-eyed look at all of the circumstances, I'm personally quite satisfied that Ringo killed himself. I have researched and reviewed literally hundreds of homicides and suicides spanning the 1880s - 1930s and I can honestly tell you there is nothing especially remarkable in the self-murder of Ringo. Suicides are strange things and those led to that place travel there by a number of roads. Ringo is no exception. His case is very much like that of any number of other suicides where chronic alcoholism plays a supporting role. We, historians and buffs alike, have made Ringo's demise more important now than it ever was at the time. And if Earp, or some partisan of Earp's, had gone to the trouble to kill Ringo in that lonely place, then why not kill Pete Spence, Wes Fuller, Jerry Barton, Ike Clanton or any of the other 'Cowboys' who remained in Cochise County once Earp and Holliday fled as fugitives?"

—Samuel K. Dolan, author/historian


Warning: Dad Joke Ahead!

   I have a joke about procrastination but I'll tell it to you later.


"The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Friday, December 05, 2025

Dad Jokes Galor All Beyond Hope

December 5, 2025

   Going over to Wickenburg this morning to see all the latest goings on at the newly named Sigler Museum. Should be fun.

Return of The Sivulogi!

Daily Whip Out: "Dust Devil Incarnate"

The Sinagua In-dins called dust devils "sivulogi," and the word was uttered in a hushed whisper, out of respect, because they believed dust devils are evil spirits emerging from the ground.


Warning: Dad Joke Ahead!

   A short psychic just broke out of prison. Be on the lookout for a small medium at large. 

   Coming soon from Boze Studios. . .

Beyond Hope

   Open on a seen-better-days shack on the edge of the Mojave Desert. A van is parked outside with a sign on the side that says, “La Paz County Indigent Services Department."

   Inside is a hoarder’s nest of Boomer ephemera and an old hipster with white hair and beard sitting on a lawn chair in the middle of it all.

   A prim and professional female attendant with a clipboard says slowly: “Can you please state your name and where you are from?”

   “I am but a traveler in the cosmos. My name is unimportant.

   “Who is the president of the United States?”

   “Some guy who shouldn’t be president of the United States.”

   “Do you remember your wife’s name?”

   “Which one?”

   “Can you recite your favorite song lyric?”

   “Hey mama, look at me, I’m on my way to the Promise Land. . .”

   “How long have you been living here?”

   “Long enough to know not to talk to government officials!”

   “Have you had feelings of depression in the past?”

   “Yes, I once was forced to watch CSPAN”

   The attendant pulls up her phone, hits speed dial and after a pause, says: "We're gonna need a couple handlers out here with restraining equipment."


"You can't trust atoms. They make up everything."

—Old Vaquero Dad Saying

Wednesday, December 03, 2025

Get Ready for A Whole Lot of True In The Next True West

December 3, 2025

   Got up to go out and get the newspaper at the end of the driveway and spied this across the road.

Another Ridiculous Sunrise
Over Ratcliff Ridge 

   I know what you're thinking: "BBB is still getting a newspaper delivered to his house?" Yes, as a matter of fact, I get two newspapers delivered to my house and it's worth every penny of the $1,700 a year it costs to feed and clothe those delivery people.

   Meanwhile, got this from my favorite little Aussie Bastard:


An Arizona trapper and his dog, late 1880s

   "I swear to God that is you and Uno in a previous life."

—James B. Mills

 Final Illustration
    U.S. Marshal Dick Speed steps out from the doorway of Light's Blacksmith shop and asks a local kid, "Who is that rider?" The boy replies, "Why, that's Bitter Creek!" Seeing the outlaw fill his hands, Speed jerks his Winchester to his shoulder and fires.

Daily Whip Out:
"Dick Speed Takes Aim #4"

Is It True That True Is In The Next True West?
True that!

   Not long after the Covid shutdown, we here at the magazine were stressed to the gills in a challenging media landscape, and our editor, Stuart Rosebrook, recommended we go to an Arizona dude ranch and recharge. Long story short, our stay at the White Stallion Guest Ranch was a revelation and a wonderful getaway in our own back yard. Ever since I have been a fan of, and a believer in the "simplicity of living" you get from the dude ranch experience. And, coming full circle, we have chosen as our recipient for the True Westerner Award this year to a guy named True. I kid you not.

   Also, as you probably know by now, our great pard Marshall Trimble has retired (he's 86) and he gave us his blessing to continue the column with the stipulation that we assign it to someone who loves the subject matter and knows what they are talking about. I think we made the, ahem, right move. Details in the issue going to press next Tuesday.

Uno In The Shade

"Why did Uno sit in the shade? Because he didn't want to be a hot dog."
—Old Vaquero Humor

Tuesday, December 02, 2025

Ladies We Helped You Pick Up Men And You Are Welcome Plus The Wildest Ringo Theory Yet

 December 2, 2025

   Well, it's been almost fifty years since we published this cover, and I must say, it helped so many women I know find a mate. True, some of the headlines haven't aged well. . .

   It was pretty damn funny at the time. Speaking of humor gone awry. . . This morning a message went out to Razz band members everywhere: "I have some good news and I've got some bad news: we're getting the Razz band back together for a non-paying gig in Seligman next April.

   "Okay, I lied. There is no good news."

The original Razz band, circa '79
   That is, of course, a snotty joke. Promising a gig with no pay is just the biggest No-No you can ever say to a musician. It's not even one bit funny.
   Sorry. We actually have a potential gig coming up on old Route 66 in Selgiman. Going to be a big one.

The Reformed Razz Band, 2024
(in the Palace Bar, Whiskey Row,
 Prescott, Arizona)

   Why is it that the craziest conspiracy theories are the easiest to believe?

"The last book on Ringo I read said the freighter that found Ringo was the one who killed him as he knew him in as an opponent in the Mason County War. He shot him while he was asleep and when he saw Ringo's body hadn't been discovered the following day he rose the alarm."

—Anonymous

Sunday, November 30, 2025

Snuggling In With The Unocito And Dick Speed Finally Takes Aim

 November 30, 2025

   Built a fire in the house fireplace last night and we all snuggled in and stared at the fire for about an hour. No TV, just watched the dancing flames, and listened to the popping sparks of joy.

A Two-Box Night

   Yes, it took two empty Amazon boxes for fire fodder to get it going, but once it was going, it was a snuggly thing. Which reminds me of one of the most obtuse and clever band names ever: Three Dog Night, which referred to such a cold night you needed three dogs on the bed to keep warm. One final note: they sure evaporated into nothingness, in spite of several humongous hits: "Joy to The World," "Eli's Comin'" and "One (Is The Loneliest Number)." What the hell happened to Three Dog Night?

   Finally got untracked on a new version of the opening of the legendary Ingall's Oklahoma gunfight.

Daily Whip Out Study:
"Dick Speed Takes Aim"

  

"Don't give up on your dreams—keep sleeping!"

—Old Vaquero Saying

Saturday, November 29, 2025

More Ringo Demise Opinions

 November 29, 2025

   He was found with brain matter running down his cheek by a wood hauler's dog.

Ringo Sitting Silently In The Bough of A Tree

       And the opinions keep rolling in:

  "Ringo was, in my opinion, targeted and murdered. The timing is suspect, the opportunity present, and the motive crystal. To say Wyatt himself did it is a bit on the nose, though. Wyatt didn’t have to. He had friends in all the right places. To say Ringo’s wound was self-inflicted is to give the man too much credit. Death was at his doorstep, sure… and he’d seen how TB could turn a man’s lights off, but I don’t know of anyone who ever took their boots off before meeting their maker. Hat, perhaps. Boots, never."
—Janelle Molony, author of Birds Gone Wild (And Other Stories of Arizona Ostrich Ranching).

 

   "I’m not going to speculate on Ringo’s death, for that’s exactly what it would be, speculation. However, I will point out that the Tombstone Epitaph reported that those 'intimately acquainted' with Ringo were equally divided as to whether the Cowboy was murdered or took his own life. So it is today, but now with historians and buffs in place of Ringo’s associates. If we had an eyewitness to Ringo’s death, things would be different. Then again, hundreds of people witnessed the Kennedy assassination – and we even have film footage of it – and yet that event remains one of the most controversial in American history. Quién sabe."

—Mark Lee Gardner, author of Brothers of the Gun: Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday, and a Reckoning in Tombstone (Dutton Books, 2025)

"He said he was as certain of being killed as he was of living then. He said that he might run along for a couple years more, and may not last two days."
—Sam Purdy, of The Tombstone Epitaph

Friday, November 28, 2025

Experts Weigh In: Murder or Suicide In The Case of One John Ringo

 November 28 2025

   Okay, I asked for it, and I got it: some of my favorite passionate history hounds weighing in on whether John Ringo committed suicide, or was he murdered? Here are my favorite responses, so far:

Daily Whip Out: "John Ringo's Last Bender"


Based On The Evidence: Suicide or Murder?

"In my opinion, the evidence is overwhelming that Ringo shot himself, though I think there is a minuscule chance of another shooter. My main goal was to determine if Wyatt Earp could have killed him, and I am convinced that did not happen."
—Casey Tefertiller, author of "Wyatt Earp: The Life Behind the Legend" 

"Perhaps we'll never know for sure, but given what we currently do know - from the positioning of the body to Ringo's condition and state of mind at the time - the reasonable conclusion is that the gentleman took his own life. Reasonable conclusions are never definitive, and can, of course, change with new evidence or considerations. But that's the current story I'm stickin' to." 
—James Townsend, host of the new podcast "Forever West"

"Having suffered bipolar depression exacerbated by drinking, I'm convinced Ringo killed himself. He showed all the signs, including the threats to commit suicide.  I understand the case against...but that ignores his state of mind at the time."

—Mark Boardman, editor of The Tombstone Epitaph

"Don't ever let the facts get in the way of a good story."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Thursday, November 27, 2025

Happy Thanksgiving from Uno Plus Heayweight Tombstone Historians Weigh In On John Ringo's Death

 November 27, 3035

   Happy Thanksgiving from Uno and his wrecking crew. I don't know why, but the boy loves to hear scary stories. 

"And did they ever refind

the self-filling doggie bowl?"


The Wandering Scholarship Behind The Death of Johnny Ringo

   A couple decades ago, it seemed as if the John Ringo death case was closed with most historians buying the verdict that the enigmatic outlaw had given up and offed himself in the bough of a Blackjack Oak tree. This is how I portrayed it in my three books on the subject (Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday and Classic Gunfights II: the 25 Gunfights Behind The O.K. Corral). Now, a couple historians and a historian who is a part-time gardener have weighed in with a different take and turned in a mixed verdict. Let's take a new look at a very old case. For starters, it wasn't a Blackjack Oak Ringo was found in. Or, so asserts historian, musician and plant afficianado, Greg Scott, who claims, "Blackjack Oak (Quercus marilandica) don’t naturally grow in Arizona. It was the very common Emory Oak (Quercus emoryi). Emorys are often called blackjack but technically aren’t."

One Earp Historian Makes A Bold Claim

   "Although the monsoon rains had cooled the countryside, Johnny Ringo’s whisky was still too hot for Billy Breakenridge as they exchanged greetings at South Pass. After a weeklong Tombstone spree, Johnny rode on the heavily traveled road to Galeyville. He stopped near a ranch house on Turkey Creek. There he was found under an oak tree on the river bench. A bullet had gone through his head from lower right to upper left and part of his scalp was gone as if cut by a knife. His feet were wrapped in his still clean, torn undershirt. His cartridge belt was on upside down and his pistol clasped in his hand caught in his suspenders. His boots were found later hung from the saddle of his horse. 

Daily Whip Out:
"John Ringo Found Sitting In The Bough of A Quercus Emoryi"
(note the teamster's dog sniffing at the dead body)

   "The neighbors gathered quickly and, less than interested in a trip toTombstone, composed an untrained 'coroner’s jury' ruling death a suicide. Ringo, still drunk or hungover, after a long, hot ride sought the first water for himself and his horse. Not wanting to ruin his boots, he hung them from the saddle, and he and his mount waded into Turkey Creek to refresh themselves. Something startled the horse, bear, mountain lion, or man, which bolted. Johnny climbed the steep bank, stripped off his undershirt, and redressed himself, getting the cartridge belt on upside down, wrapping his feet in torn undershirt to protect them during the search for his pony. As he sat binding his feet, a man approached from the creek below. Ringo reached for his pistol and was shot dead.

   "Billy 'the Kid' Claiborne claimed Buckskin Frank Leslie had slain his friend. The rancher’s son said he’d spoken to Frank who was following Johnny. Raconteur bartender Buckskin Frank had little claim to being a scout and taking Johnny’s scalp might have enhanced his image while, on consideration, he’d have feared retribution from Ringo’s friends and been loathe to display it."

—Doug Hocking, author of "Southwest Train Robbers"

   Meanwhile, One Earp expert Stands Firm

"The coroner's jury ruled that John Ringo's death was a suicide.  Many people refused to believe that the King of the Cowboys  had taken his own life.  However, various yarns that claimed, variously, that he had been slain by Wyatt Earp or Doc Holliday, had no basis in fact.  Contemporary newspaper and court records show that Wyatt and Doc were both in Colorado when Ringo died.  Deputy Sheriff Billy Breakenridge later provided the most probable account of his demise, saying that Ringo 'had been overcome with the whiskey he had drunk and had got off his horse, taken off his boots and hung them over his saddle, and lain down and gone to sleep. His horse became thirsty and got away from him and started for water.' The deputy added, 'When Ringo awoke, he must have been crazed for water and started out afoot. He was within sound of running water when he became crazed with thirst and killed himself.'"

—John Boessenecker, author of "Ride The Devil's Herd: Wyatt Earp's Epic Battle Against The West's Biggest Outlaw Gang"

   So, where do you weigh in? I am curious if you buy the coroner's jury that it was a suicide? Or, do you believe someone, perhaps Buckskin Frank Leslie, got him? And please, only one joke about Doc getting him because you saw it in the movie "Tombstone." Okay, two, but that's it. I have to draw the line somewhere. Thank you.

Hutton has claimed that any artist who portrays the Kid with buck-teeth is portraying Bonney as a villain. 

   And, so, I asked the Distinguished Professor to elaborate on this wild claim:

"The orthodontic issue is most prevalent in comic books where bad Billys always appear as buck-toothed and doltish (they go together--Bugs Bunny aside). Otherwise Billy looks like a cross between Robert Taylor and Paul Newman."
—Paul Andrew Hutton

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Another Ridiculous Sunrise, Roger Clyne Overproducing And Thyroid True West Rack Position

 November 26, 2025

   It still pays to get up early.

Sunrise this morning over Ratcliff Ridge. 

   So ridiculous, I know, but there you have it.

   Look who showed up yesterday at the True West Slack staff meeting.

   Distracted, fed up and probably doing something else. And that's just Robert Ray!


   I sure overproduced on a recent assignment. Here are a few of the pieces I whipped out for the next album cover for Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers:


Daily Whip Outs: "Hell to Breakfasts Galore"


 Newsstand Report: This Just In!

   True West is finally back in Bashas' in Carefree, but as you can clearly see, it's bunched in with the Autism, Alzheimer's and Thyroid magazines, as it should be. It does stand out though. Thanks Dan The Man Harshberger!


Longshot Out of The Blue

   Yes, I have spent way to much time on this concept and just for grins I shot the final out by the gate.

Daily Final Whip Out:
"Out of The Blue Final"


"There are three types of people who major in art: those so full of passion they find inspiration in a falling leaf; those who yearn to feel anything at the sight of a falling leaf; and those who cannot do math."

—Jessica C. Bakule