September 15, 2025
So we arrived in Flagstaff last Tuesday in the early afternoon and we wanted to have lunch before we settled into our rental house and I remembered this hipster place on South San Francisco called Tourist Home, but when we got there they were closed so we tried next door at the Annex and they told us we could bring in our dog, if we sat outside in the back. When we got out there I saw what looked like a gutted building with three remaining walls and my first reaction was—If I was still in a band, I would want to shoot an album cover with that as a background. After a beer and chicken tenders, I art-directed Kathy to take a shot of Uno and I posing for our forthcoming album, "Uno Is The One." He, of course, puts me in the shade with his hamming.
As soon as I posted this, describing it as a "gutted out building," all the locals started lambasting me about not knowing that it was, in actuality, a Basque handball court! Sorry. Duh.
Back at home on the desert I have my hands full prepping our art show which loads in on September 25, right around the corner. . .
at the Scottsdale Museum of The West
(artists' reception, October 3rd)
Rurale Scenes I'd Like to See
Open on a serene view of Kosterlitsky's beautiful home in Magdalena, Mexico. A sleepy cat licks his paws, and a cute little girl runs across a modest lawn.
Two Rurale riders come in at a clip and rein up, dismounting in the dust. They hurry inside and in a moment four men appear on the porch, frantically looking and pointing across the sleepy plaza towards the plains to the south.
A hasty decision is made and everyone grabs a few things and the family departs in a rickety touring car, heading north towards Nogales in a cloud of dust.
We see a distant shot of the horde coming for them. . .and they are a thousand strong.
Titles roll for "The Mad Russian of Sonora"
"Nothing happens in Mexico, until it does."
—Porfirio Diaz
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