March 23, 2026
I got this nice note from one of the folks at the Cave Creek Museum where I spoke last Saturday.
When people talk to me about stepping down from my responsibilities at True West they all seem to have good intentions but the tone and especially the look they give me is definitely, "What in the hell will you do with yourself?!"
Ha. Do not worry about me. I've got enough ideas to last me at least five more decades. As for projects, I've got a couple dozen of those lined up as well. One of blessings I have received is having more things I want to do than there is time to do them.
Looking Back
Also, to be honest, from time to time I will just have to remind you—and myself—of the things we accomplished and some of those we did not. This is one of the latter.
A Favorite Cover We Never Ran
Speaking of a good sense of Yuma. . .
So proud of this one. Dan The Man made it pop.And, For The Record, This Is My Kind of Yuma
I have a pet termite. His name is Clint. Clint Eatswood.
From the pages of Escaranuza Charra, we get primo Mujeriegas.
At the end of the day, I think Uno has the right outlook on life. . .
"Every day is Christmas Day to a dog."
—Old Vaquero Saying






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