Just What The World Needs: Another Half-Dozen Sugarloafs By BBB

 June 27, 2025

   Working with Dan The Man on a new logo idea which I've posted before, but today I am getting serious. The goal is a tidy logo to run as the coda on my border stories. You know, like this:

Another Sugarloaf Western

By BBB

   In case you haven't noticed, I have a thing for sugarloafs, the hat style and the butte. 

Daily Whip Out: "Sugarloaf Butte #32"

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"Sugarloaf Butte #33"

Daily Whip Out:

"Sugarloaf Sideview #34"

Daily Whip Out:

"Too Many Elements Sugarloaf"

   Here's what Dan The Man had to say about the above: "Think Ed Mell simplicity if it is to be an all purpose logo"

   Okay, is this Ed Mell enough?

Daily Whip Out:

"Bell Rips Off Mell Sugarloaf"

Last Flight Of The Bozester?

  I think I may have experienced my second to last long distance flight (got one more to see our son next month). I just have had my fill of the stress of fighting all the traffic getting to the airport pre-flight shuttle service which is an hour away, finding a parking spot close to the actual shuttle, successfully getting on the shuttle before it leaves, finding an empty seat, sitting on the hump between two seats, tipping the driver $5 for handing me my bag, actually getting over the curb and inside the airport terminal and determining the right gate at the correct end of terminal 4, getting through TSA without proper ID, and with my hat setting off the alarm because it has a wire in the hatband, making small talk with crammed line goobers, getting on the cramped plane, getting the right overhead bin in front of our seats and cramming a too large travel bag in, wheels out, cramming into the narrow aisle seat, putting the other bag under the seat in front of me, having to pee at least twice during the flight and timing the run to the forward bathroom so as not to scare the crew, eating two bags of crappy pretzels that taste like the most no-actual-food-was-used-preparing-this-artificial crap, surviving a bumpy landing, then waiting in the aisle, dragging too much carry-on through the plane, then the narrow corridor, finding the "Ground Transportation" sign, reading it correctly, letting youngsters go ahead of me in the bathroom, pretending to wash my hands, traipsing out to the outside pickup curb, getting the call that we're on the wrong side of the airport, calling an Uber. . .they don't take cash. . .I could go on, but you know where this is going.

"What a long strange trip it's been."

—The Grateful Dead