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