Mickeys Mammoth Jack Jumps The Flames

 May 13, 2026

   Leave it to me to never leave a finished whip out alone.

Daily Revised Whip Out:

"Mickey's Mammoth Jack Jumps The Flames" 

   I felt I needed to knock back Mickey and his Mammoth Jack a tad so their combined form would be less bold in the strong light. I also fiddled with the sky to give it a more murky atmospheric feeling. Not sure any of that worked, but there you go.

   Meanwhile, here's another riding condition I am fond of portraying.

Daily Whip Out: "Rurale Swallowed Up"

   As promised, here is my colorized take on one of the last photos of Al Sieber.

Daily Whip Out: "Al Sieber's Remorse"

   Every drummer's suspicion. . .

Daily Whip Outs: "Gone But Not forgotten"

"Funny how blessings brighten as they take their flight."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Al Sieber In A Moment of Last Reflection

 May 11, 2026

   Got a heads up from The Top Secret Writer about this rare photo of Al Sieber, the Chief of Scouts during the Apache Wars. It was taken at the end of his life and he sure seems beaten down.

Al Sieber in a moment of final reflection

 Man does this picture speak to me, because this image sums up every Boomer I know. Also, Al looks quite a bit like this guy:

   I'm working on an art piece of the Sieber image and will post tomorrow.

"Regrets? Yes, I have a few."

—Every Boomer I know still alive

Cornel Wilde Talks to a Kingman Little Leaguer & Redneck Mothers Indeed!

 May 10, 2026

   So often, many of the things I try to do come off as half-baked. My recent Pendejo Project comes to mind. But these half-baked plans sometimes lead to real insights, breakthroughs and a leap of imagination. Allow me a couple examples.

Daily Whip Out:

"The Man Who Surprised His Wife"

Edge of Paternity

   One brisk morning in April of 1959, I had to get up a 4 a.m. to go with my dad to open up the gas station for a film crew from Hollywood, so they could film this scene:

Deputy Les Martin pulls into the outside lanes of Al Bell's Flying A in the film "Edge of Eternity"

   In between set ups, I stood in the lube room and met this guy.

Cornel Wilde as Deputy Les Martin

(allegedly the Mohave County sheriff's uniform was custom made for Wilde at the cost of $400!)

   Wilde played Les Martin, who was a former Las Vegas police detective turned deputy sheriff known for his determination and resourcefulness. In the film he teams up with Janice Kenton (Victoria Shaw) to solve a series of killings tied to a scheme involving gold being stolen from a closed mine in Oatman.

   Cornel said to me in the lube room, "You're up kind of early?" to which I replied, "Yes."

   Here's a page of Daily Whip Outs from my quest to do 10,000 bad drawings. Note the da Vinci reference. So pretentious.

Nine Daily Whip Outs from 17 years ago

   I think there is a cool little story tucked into a throwaway line in a Longfellow poem:

A Long Line of Ha Has

Some of you are poets and you don't know it. But your legs show it, they're Longfellows.

Yes, that is an old Swea City, Iowa joke from my youth and here's the backstory, extension of it:

"From the waterfall he named her, Minnehaha, Laughing Water."

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Song of Hiawatha, 1855

   My grandmother's maiden name was Minnie Hauan. 

Carl and Minnie Ha Ha, 1918

Up Against The Wall Tú Madre!

   My Nogales compadre, Greg Scott reminded me that today is double Día de las Madres Day. He doubts the Razz Band ever did Jerry Jeff Walker but is sorely mistaken. Here for your edification are the key words from Jerry Jeff Walker's hit anthem:

"M is for the mud flaps you gave me for my pickup 

O is for the oil I put in my hair 

T is for T-bird

H is for Haggard

E is for eggs

R is for redneck!"

—Ray Wylie Hubbard, Redneck Mother

Mick Jagger Meets 66 Jackasses Galore

 May 9, 2026

   Time flies when you are on a deadline. Seems like a couple days ago, but it has been over a week since I was in Seligman for the big Delgadillo Centennial of Route 66 shindig. It was fun.

      Meanwhile, back in Cave Creek where the white buffalo roam. . .

Jackass Convention

Online Advice

   "According to the NRF, the top gifts for Mother's Day in 2026 include flowers (75%), greeting cards (74%), special outings (63%), and gift cards (55%).  Apparently our love for Mom is at an all-time high."

   That's why I took the Goose out to a local nursery yesterday and bought four new desert plants for the front yard. Here's one of them.

A budding Joshua Tree

bottom center, just beyond the four rocks.

   Meanwhile, I was complaining about pushing 80 in the school of rock and here's this guy at 82, still going strong. Dang!

   Speaking of the dude who mangles my hometown's name in the Stones' version of "Route 66," I was rewatching "The Edge of Eternity" recently and I had to marvel at the history in a bottle aspect of the film. Here's a shot of downtown Kingman taken from the 1959 film showing Beale Street, looking west towards Fourth Street.

   That's Central Commercial in all it's glory, on the left, and the Dime Store, The State Theater and JC Penny's on the right. Classic. Not to mention the cars! Unfortunately, when I revisit my hometown and the Mother Road, this is increasingly what it looks like to me. . .

A Roadside Wreck On Old 66

“Nostalgia for a lost time is the problem all humans face.”
—Old Vaquero Saying

What I Learned Attending My Own Eulogy & Jeanne Sedello Tells It Like It Was

 May 8, 2026

   Have you ever been at a funeral and thought to yourself: "This eulogy is so touching. If only that dead person up there in that casket could have been alive to hear this!" 

   Well, last Saturday night I got that wish granted as the Prescott Western Heritage Foundation presented me a Western Heritage Keeper Lifetime Achievement Award. And, while it was absolutely touching and delightful, I did have some issues. Rather than nitpick my own eulogy, here is how I think Honest Abe would have responded to his.

"Lincoln Doing His Best Kramer Take"

The Top Six Complaints from Abraham Lincoln at His Own Eulogy

1. "Where does he get off saying that? The Missouri Compromise had nothing to do with my decision."

2. "I barely knew this Jackass. Why is he pontificating on my life?"

3. "Well, that's all about him and has nothing to do with me."

4. "He sure knows a lot for being so damn dumb. A couple of those dates are totally wrong!"

5. "You wanna know who was a joke? George McClellen was a joke!"

6. "I really didn't appreciate that last joke."

"Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?"

—Typical Lincoln Eulogy Standup "Humor"

Jeanne Sedello's Full Tribute

   The crew at the Prescott Western Heritage Foundation had to edit Jeanne's comments for the tribute last Saturday night but here for your enjoyment is the full transcription of Jeanner's remarks:

Jeanne Sedello IS La Gata!

Jeanne's Entire Tribute

   The first thought that came in to my mind when Bob asked me to say a few words was “The nerve of this guy”!!!! But then…my second thought was “What an honor”! So here I am and it’s best to go to the beginning and give a little history!
   Bob doesn’t know this, but I knew OF him before I actually met him. I was working at Kool FM radio and you know the whole TV news, radio, journalist’s community likes to gossip a lot… so I’d heard thru the grapevine about this guy that was a nationally renowned cartoonist! I mean he had been in Playboy magazine… his character Honky-tonk Sue was world famous…and talk was.. that it was going to be made in to a movie! Bob was part of the counter-culture Razz Revue team that everyone wanted to be part of…he was close pals with Ed Mell! It was a very cool, creative and artistic gang he hung out with! His resume was very impressive!
   So the first time I met him… I went to a ball game with a guy I was dating! My guy worked at the New Times and so did Bob and they were both on the New Times slow pitch team. Well, knowing what I did about Bob, I thought he’d probably be an arrogant Ass and more than a little “full of himself”! But the person I met was, SO NOT THAT! Bob was so warm & funny, so welcoming & inviting, just really down to earth! It was like he was meeting a brand new friend and he was super excited about it! I thought to myself…’what a good guy’!! This was 1981 - ‘82?.
   Cut to April 1987: I had just been fired from KOOL Radio because…well, the program director hated me! But a couple of days later, I got a call from KSLX asking me to come in to the morning show and maybe do a soft audition. They wanted me to sit in on the Jones and Boze morning show to see how I fit in. I had done mornings on radio before (not my favorite time) but a girl’s got to work so, I jumped at the chance.
   Well, as soon as I walked in…I felt the warm, funny, welcoming vibe from this wonderful man who came to be like a brother to me. We just hit it off and I was hired that same day to work with the guys! Bob and I became partners in crime to some of the most outrageous, skits, pranks & “lawsuits” that radio has ever seen.

The Jones, Boze & Jeanne Show

1986-1994-ish, then

   Let me explain morning radio programs in the 80’s and 90’s:
   That time on morning radio was super-charged! It was the dawn of shock jocks like Howard Stern and others! Here in Phoenix it was very competitive! The goal was to be number one in the market and every morning show was trying to out-do the other morning jocks to get the highest ratings. The more controversial, the more outrageous…the better! Proud to say we were number 1 a few times!
   Our morning show was from 5:30 to 10 a.m! David K. Jones worked the board, and was anchor. Bob was the pretty much the Star of the show. He put his spin on the news and was the primary participant and story teller in mostly all of our stunts. I was hired to be the producer, which was a throw-away title because we all produced the show, but I reported the traffic, I added color, in more ways than one, and I did whatever was necessary to set up a skit or a stunt and to facilitate all of Bob’s antics.
   So…One of the most memorable shows was the Indian Uprising! (of course we don’t say Indians anymore we call them Native American’s or Indigenous people) It was April 1…April fool’s day and we decided to play a prank on the people who start listening after 7 a.m.! The way we did it was we told the people who listened from 5:30 to 6:59 to help us fool the after 7 a.m. audience… by calling in to our program to report that the Pima/Maricopa Native Americans were mad and were rising up and taking over Pima Road! (Pima road boarders the Reservation & the city of Scottsdale.) In any case they were to report that the natives were really raising hell, blocking traffic, taking over businesses in Scottsdale, it was happening now and it was a mess! That was the premise and Bob told them to use their imagination! I’ll tell you… they sure did! After 7 o’clock we kept getting calls from our listeners about Indians on horseback in Scottsdale, setting up blockades on Pima Road, riding down Scottsdale Road, stopping cars… reports of a fire at the corner Safeway Store…everything was chaotic! It was outrageous and it was getting worse by the minute! We had set up a native American friend of Bob’s to come in to the studio… his name was Wally Hualipai! David K. was playing sound effects of a native ceremonial drum in the background. Wally was there to tell us what the native were demanding! We had prepared him with a couple of lines to say…and I’ll never forget how he flubbed his lines and made the funniest mistake! The drums were playing in the background and he was supposed to say “These native drums get my blood boiling” …BUT he was so nervous and not used to talking on the air… so instead he said, “These native drums bring back my boil”! We all burst out laughing so hard! BUT just then we saw a Scottsdale police officer come in to the studio! Apparently we had overloaded or flooded the 911 system and we were in big trouble!! We had to shut everything down immediately and that was just the tip of the ice berg! I mentioned lawsuits earlier??? Well, the FCC didn’t find us funny and fined us somewhere around $35,000 for perpetrating a fraud or something legal like that! But, we did get a lot of publicity from the stunt!
   There were countless other stunts like “Bob is a Woman”! In this skit, I put make-up and a wig on Bob, dressed him like a woman and drove him in my little Fiat convertible to a couple construction sites. You understand Bob is broadcasting remotely all the time! We drive up to this construction site where the guys are up a couple of stories and Bob is waving to the guys, making his voice higher, trying to sound like a female… and asking them to come down. The guys are wolf whistling or cat calling and waving back…VERY excited! Then a couple of guys came down to get a closer look! I’ll tell you they couldn’t run away fast enough!
   Another brilliant stunt came about when Bob decided that he would test out the durability and strength of adult diapers! On this day, he and I drove to the corner Safeway where he would remotely broadcast in front of the store! People were going in and out, he’s interviewing them, and he’s constantly drinking water and explaining what he’s trying to do! He’s standing there in his cowboy boots, his hat and his adult diaper! Can you picture it? Finally, after a couple of hours…he drank enough water…and sure enough, that diaper held the flow!
   On the “Black like Bob” show, Bob went in to a community park, a predominately black park… “Eastlake Park”, and tried to fit in! I was on vacation on that day so I don’t know what the guys were thinking but if I’d have been there I would have told him, “there’s no way they’re gonna believe you’re black Bob!” On the most memorable part of the show, one of the guys in the park told Bob to buy him some crack or else! This is on the air! I don’t remember if Bob actually bought the crack but I do know his life was threatened! Eventually he was run out of there.
   In other more innocent shows, there was a time I went on vacation to Mazatlan in Mexico. A couple of days in to my vacation, Bob thought it would be a cute bit to try to find me. He called a few hotels in Mazatlan and said, “I’m trying to find our co-host…and wonder if she’s in your hotel! She’s easy to spot, she’s got long dark hair, and oh yeah, she’s Mexican!”
   We ran a contest once, a scavenger hunt where we asked for all kinds of outrageous stunts to win a $10,000 prize. One stunt that our listeners had to accomplish was a poster promoting “The Jones, Boze and Jeanne show on KSLX” on local TV remote broadcasts of the news. For weeks, you would see our fans “photobombing” evening news broadcasts…running across in the background holding up a sign! It was fun and so funny!
   I could go on and on…there were so many shows, so many different stunts, so many characters that Bob portrayed. And you know, he did it all with the same good humor, the same “why not” attitude that he shows in everyday life. If you know him, you know he lives his life with a genuine honesty that’s very rare. I always tell him he’s the most honest person I know. And, he’s the BEST, BEST, BEST story teller! If you’ve ever heard one of his stories, you know he even adds sound effects…it’s fantastic! He makes me laugh so heartily and so easily! I know it’s probably one of the main reasons he was able to catch Cathy! Yeah, he’s a great story teller! Just look at his BLOG! I challenge anyone to try and be that creative, that interesting, that authentic and dedicated every day! Awesome stories, amazing daily art whip-outs, fantastic ‘old vaquero sayings’, it’s at once a snapshot of history and a present day jewel! “Bob Boze Bell’s Big Bad Book of Bad Diary Entries” He’s so talented.
   I’m not even going to touch on his books or his love for the Old West and True West magazine. I’ll just say that we’re all lucky to him in our back yard, representing for Arizona as a nationally recognized “old west historian”!
   The glory days are gone and I had the privilege of working with Bob in radio for 10 years! But more importantly, I’ve had the honor of being his friend for 39 years. He deserves every accolade and award you can give him, especially this lifetime achievement award because, as we older folks say, “they’re plowing in our field”! Seriously though, no one is more deserving! He’s got an incredibly kind heart, and a passion that could fill this room. His laugh is warm and inviting and gives you a big ol’ hug that says…he doesn’t know any strangers…...­except maybe a couple of you guys! He’s honest and true, a genuine good guy. I’m so proud of him and so very proud to be called his friend. I love you brother!

—Jeanne Sedello

   Well, thank you Jeanner. One thing is certain: for a brief moment in time we rocked this town!

"And that's the news from the Safari Resort, smack dab in the middle of the West's most Mid-Western town!"

—BBB news sign off

The Ha Ha Handbook, Redux

 May 7, 2026

   Our number one daughter has a birthday today. 

Deena Bean Up On Castle Rock

(outside of Kingman, near Poppy's house)

   She always makes me laugh and she is honest which, ironically, underscores the first tenant of my forthcoming manifesto:

The Ha Ha Handbook

   1. Be honest and have a good sense of humor.

   There's more but other than mucho enthusiasm and a couple hundred stark examples of what NOT to do, that's basically the whole shooting match, right there.

Daily Whip Out: "Old Vaquero In Red #4"

And, you may be asking yourself, how do you become a good writer?

"Be honest and have a good sense of humor."

—Old Writer Saying

Narrative Ballast & Urban Sombreros

 May 6, 2026

   Sometimes I find old washes that knock me out in their total and complete unpretentiousness. I intend to apply some of them into a crazy narrative I have planned. File this one under Happy Accidents, Volume IX.

Daily Whip Out: "Narrative Ballast"

(August 8, 2009)

   Look at the corset on that gal!

   Meanwhile, look who showed up in our driveway yesterday.

7 Deer Crossing

Sombrero Love!

   Leave it to Seinfeld to parody my favorite hat style and make it totally rock at the same time.

Elaine Rocks a J. Pederman Urban Sombrero

"It combines the spirit of old Mexico

with a little big city panache."

   And, speaking of rockin' a sombrero. . .

Roger Clyne Rocks A Muy Grande Sombrero 

And, speaking of sombreros in action. . .

Daily Whip Out:

"Mexicali Stud In Dust Storm"

"Most of the fiction in this world comes from people who are repeating true stories."

—Old Vaquero Saying

A Sliver of A Slice of Arizona Nice

 May 5, 2026

   Well, Happy Cinco de Mayo to you as well. What have I learned from my fifty years of being in love with Cave Creek, Arizona?

The lonely cave that Cave Creek is named for

Last Man In

A sliver of a slice of Arizona nice

   The Apaches knew. They often stayed overnight in our cave on their way to the Tonto Rim and beyond. But one fine morning in December of 1873, new guys—who look like me—ambushed them in the cave. These fine gents claimed they wanted to make this a better place, but you know how that goes.

The Apaches Knew

   Every last person who has come to this sliver of a slice of heaven has said, "I am here, so let's close the door to anyone new." And this mantra continues to this very day. I've said it myself. I first came out here in 1970 and fell under its funky spell. And, thanks to Judy Darbyshire, we moved out here in 1986. When we got here we wanted it to stay rural and unknown. That was the charm of it.

Cave Creek as I first witnessed it in 1970

   It seemed like everyone had a nickname, like Hippie George or Bee Keeper Bill, Mad Coyote Joe and don't forget Tara Mine Shaft Jones. 

Tara's Mine Shaft Restaurant And Bar

Sinners and saints all. In those faraway days, the hippies, the miners and the drug dealers got along fine, if you don't count the nightly bar brawls at Harold's.

The actual Harold in his office with his

ahem, bookkeeper

   I've hiked up to Fortification Rock where the Hohokam made their last stand (probably against the Apaches) and so today I will make mine.

Fortification Rock, at bottom, center

   The last man in, was, and is, the beginning of the end and here I sit in my own sliver of a slice of heaven, under the Seven Sisters. 

Artist Lon Megargee holding one of his paintings with the Seven Sisters in the background

   Now, it's too big for its own good and too wild to tame. Is it just me, or does it seem like Bike Week from Hell is every other week?

   Yes, Carefree is just up the road, but it ain't funky enough for me because it's too rich for my blood. East Egg, West Egg, whatever, it's all too foo foo. And, yes, I admit at one point it may have been on the receiving end of a carefree highway, but now it's more like a highway to hell.

   Don't get me wrong. I love it here. My honey and I sit in the front yard and count all the cars that don't come by. 

The Bells move in, December of 1986

   And, yes, in case you haven't noticed by now, I've become one of those grumpy Boomers, an old coot whining about the good old days. But don't laugh too hard, because someday you just might be the last old-timer still standing in these parts and you too will moan about the ruin all these newcomers have made of the place.

   The Apaches knew. And now, so do you.

—Bob Boze Bell

The Prescott Courier Coot Scootin' Boogie!

 May 4, 2026

   I have some history in Prescott, Arizona going back to the sixties when my mother left my dad and moved over there from Kingman to work for the Arizona Highway Department in 1966. Ten years later, my best friend, Charlie Waters became the editor and publisher of The Prescott Courier and I often went there to hang with him. After my cartoon character Honkytonk Sue premiered in the National Lampoon in the summer of 1977, the New Times in Phoenix picked it up as a cartoon strip, thanks to this guy:

Jim Larkin, publisher of New Times Weekly

   I pitched Jim on doing another character I had created, The Doper Roper, but Jim had seen Sue in the Lampoon and encouraged me to do The Queen of Country Swing instead. After the strip got going—I started getting a lot of requests for a comic book—so I called Charlie in Prescott to ask him where I should go to get a comic book printed and he offered the Courier's printing presses and he encouraged me to bring my Ford F-150 up the hill to make it happen. One fine morning in the spring of 1978 I did just that, getting to Prescott at 6 a.m. And, before they printed the daily edition, Charlie had his crew burn plates from my layouts and they quickly ran off 10,000 copies of the inside pages of the comic.

Me, the press foreman and Bugs

as the guts of the comic came off the press.

   Charlie, the prince that he was (he passed in 2014), charged me the price of the paper and I want to say it was about $800 and change.

   The Courier crew quickly loaded up my pickup bed with the 10k copies and I was ready for the drive home.

Loaded for Bear

   I remember I had a white knuckle moment on the I-17 drop off at Sunset Point when I had to pump the brakes to avoid going off the steep grade. I was definitely overloaded, both mentally and physically. Recovering from that near death experience I drove straight to Central Binding in Glendale where they collated the guts I brought them with the covers, which I had printed in Phoenix, and they put it all together to produce this:

Honkytonk Sue comic #1

 

   I will admit up front, I have had some strange encounters doing rock and roll. There was that one time when I dropped a stick while playing the drum solo in the middle of "Wipeout" at the old Elks Lodge in downtown Kingman in 1964. And, then there was that other time in 2008 when I had a heart attack while playing the same solo at the same exact spot at an Exit band reunion. Then, there was that time we opened for the Beach Boys.

Mark Jeffords & BBB of the Razz Band

in front of 30,000 yawning fans!

   Last Saturday morning I landed in Prescott after my gig in Seligman. I was there to do a celebratory gig at the Hazeltine Theater, which is within spitting distance of the Courier printing facility where they loaded up my truck 48 years before.

The Hazeltine Theater Marquee

(The Courier was directly behind the arch)

   "The Black Cat Cowboy" Danny Romero texted me the day before and told me he had scored a drummer for the gig and that the guy knew me. When I asked how, Danny informed me, "Don Adams was the circulation manger for Charlie Waters when they printed your comic!" Wow. As Mark Twain put it, "History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme."

   At four, the band loaded into the Hazeltine Theater to set up for the sound check and I helped Don load in (drummers everywhere feel underappreciated because those damn guitar players never lend a hand), a few moments later I heard a crash and when I looked over I saw that the drummer was slumped over his bass drum. Don later said he was on antibiotics and he had a reaction to the meds. He seemed woozy and unsteady, but we got through the sound check and I walked back to the Hassayampa to change for the show. When I got back I didn't know the band had decided Don would sit out the show. So when the show started and I was backstage waiting, I was alarmed to hear that there was no drums in the mix. On a bold whim, I snuck in the side and took over on the drums.

Me sitting in for Don who was sidelined in the crowd.

   After two songs I realized I was getting close to another Wipeout situation (see above) so I got up and pleaded with the audience to find us another drummer. Out stepped Don, who bravely approached his drum set and we launched into "Route 66". It was touch and go and here is Danny, at left, encouraging Don to stay upright and strong!

Coot Scootin' Boogie!

   We made it through with no casualties. Once again, for the record, no one died in either the physical sense, or the crowd sense (losing the crowd).

   We were lucky this time but as our friends across the pond once remarked. . .

"Well, this could be the last time

This could be the last time
Maybe the last time
I don't know, oh no, oh no. . ."

—The Rolling Stones

The Road Less Traveled Is Sometimes Less Traveled for A Reason

 May 3, 2026

   Just got home from a very long, and successful road tip to my old stomping grounds in Yavapai County. Met some great folks in Seligman at the Centennial of Route 66 Celebration.

Seligman Prancer On Old 66

(he is in a band, of course)

Sarah Jane "Wonderhussy"

(she has 300,000 followers on Facebook)

Tim With His Bumper Cars

"It Got Out of Hand"

   Spotted these "legal bumper cars" lined up on the street and I asked the guy who owned them if they were for rent and he said, "No, they're just for looking at." When I asked him why he did so many of them he shrugged, and said, "It got out of hand."

   Man, does that cover a lot of male behavior over the past 10,000 years!

The Delgadillo Family Royalty

(being photographed at the opening ceremony)

Proof The Delgadillos Have High IQs

   I was introduced to the above crowd by Mirna Delgadillo and I proceeded to tell my many sordid tales of growing up on the Mother Road. Later in the day, I ran into Rebecca Delgadilo (from the Hollister, California wing of the family) who gushed, "I love you! I love your stories!" It was so over the top I replied, facetiously: "Should we get married?" To which she said, "How will you support us? And I said, "I run a magazine." And she said, "No thanks." So, as you can see, the Delgadillo offspring are smart as well.

   That was on Thursday. On Friday morning I took off on a delightful back roads adventure, coming in the back way on Williamson Valley Road to Prescott. I didn't meet or see one car for the first twenty five miles. And, after the third such danger sign, I had to stop and take a photo of a "Duh" update.

Williamson Valley Road Warning

   My guess is the state highway department had to put these signs up (I think I counted 25 of them) because someone sued over not being warned. Or, to put it another way, "it got out of hand."

The Razz Band Stumbles On

   On Saturday afternoon we got ready for the shindig at the Hazelton Theater, next to Murphy's in downtown Prescott. Things did not go as planned. That story tomorrow.

"Lying about the West in general and the Southwest in particular has been a cottage industry for over a century."

—Charles Bowden