BBB's Blog
If you've ever wondered what it's like to run a magazine or how crazy my personal life is, be sure to read the behind-the-scenes peek at the daily trials and tribulations of running True West. Culled straight from my Franklin Daytimer, it contains actual journal entries, laid out raw and uncensored. Some of it is enlightening. Much of it is embarrassing, but all of it is painfully true.
In addition to this current journal, my early journal entries show the rocky road and money lost in the True West Business Timeline.
Bob's biography - The Unvarnished Truth
May 13, 2008
It's snowing in Flagstaff! Quite overcast and cool here. Supposed to rain later today. This is heavenly for us desert dwellers. Wore a sweatshirt on my bikeride this morning.
Went to a yoga class this morning for old people. They sure looked old too, but I have a sneaking suspicion half the class is younger than me. Ha. This made Kathy very happy (me going to the class) and she gave me a big kiss.
Came into the office and worked on the 20-page excerpt for Mickey Free. Got a haircut at noon. Made salmon last night and having that for lunch.
A freind of mine who lives in Tombstone says the town too tough to die is getting weirder and meaner. As I understand it, two local re-enactors began arguing before a recent show at the O.K. Corral about which one of them would play Doc Holliday. The guy who lost and was forced to play Morgan Earp, shot the guy playing Doc in the face with a blank during the performance. This is very dangerous, as a point blank shot even with a blank will tear a big hole in a coke can. The victim was airlifted to a hospital.
My friend says there's a drunkin' veneer of meanness that has spread over the town.
"This fight has commenced. Get to fighting or get away."
—Wyatt Earp (the prototype for all of the above)
Bob Boze 11:05 AM
May 12, 2008
I'm on hold at the Heart Institute's Scheduling Department (11:40 A.M.). They were supposed to call me regarding my angiogram appointment but it's been five days and I fear I've fallen off their radar. After ten minutes I took the option of leaving a message only to get this message: "Mailbox full." So, back to the operator who agrees to write down my request and walk it over to the Scheduling Department. And all this, so they can poke a big tube with a TV camera on the end of it up my groin area. Needless to say, I have conflicted feelings about me TRACKING THEM DOWN!
Meanwhile, here's the cover final for the book illustration I did recently for the University of Illinois Press:
Pretty sweet, if I do say so myself. Book will be out in September.
"I have the world's largest collection of seashells. I keep it on all the beaches of the world. Perhaps you've seen it."
—Steven Wright
Bob Boze 11:29 AM
May 11, 2008
Very nice Mother's Day festivities. At her request, I made homemade barley cereal for a healthy breakfast, then took Kathy into the Beast to see, not one, but two movies: Son of Rambow at the Camelview Five, then Forgetting Sarah Marshall at Desert Ridge. We met Deena for the second film and had a grand time.
"Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret love outlives them all."
—Oliver Wendell Holmes
Bob Boze 9:34 AM
May 10, 2008
This morning was payback time. Kathy reminded me she slept in a chair in the emergency room at Kingman Regional Hospital for six nights. Several weeks ago she informed me I owe her six requests. I agreed.
This morning at 8:30 she reminded me of my debt to her, and, so, seeing her rolled-up floor mat under her arm, I knew immediately what the request was. And without whining or rolling my eyes, I went to yoga with her at nine. I've learned to cheat at downward facing dog (my least favorite movement), so it was fine. Not fun, but fine. She wants me to go five more times in a row. Given what she went through I really can't deny her.
Tomcat Replies to Description of Sensuous Peruvian Women Excerpt. . .
"Yeah baby!! That is some dope history right there [see The Mapmaker's Wife excerpt from yesterday]. As for vestiges, I'm not too sure. I think our culture [The U.S.] is much more liberal at this point but Peruvian women are great. They are very feminine and sensual and great flirters. Everyone in Peru dances and that's where the women really shine.
"My friend Claudia is visiting and is reading Moby Dick. He refers to Lima as the tearless city. I wrote down a great quote of his (Melville):
"The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality that is not what is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more."
"This especially speaks to me in my current circumstance coming down to the city from the mountains. The contrasts make [a nearby city] the best place in the world.
"In that New Yorker you sent me there's an article about a Chinese dude who teaches English as a shouted language. He's training doctors for the Olympics and he was shouting with the doctors repeating him. 'I! Want! To! Take! Your! Temperature!' Anyway, Claudia and I were busting up at that. The original name for his book was I'm Psychotic, I succeed but the publishing house rejected it so he had to change it to I'm Crazy, I Succeed. So funny."
—Tomcat
Dearest Son,
A guy goes to see the doctor. The doctor says, "You have to stop masturbating."
The patient says, "Why?" And the doctor says, "Because I'm trying to examine you."
—The Dad
Bob Boze 1:30 PM
May 9, 2008
On my daily walk this morning, my neighbor Bev ran out to meet me and told me she hadn't heard about my heart attack. She asked me if I was following my doctor's orders and I said, "Yes, he told me I need a haircut." Going next Tuesday at noon.
Got a call this morning from the new manager at the O.K. Corral in Tombstone, Don Taylor. If his name sounds familiar it's because he was at the Tombstone Courthouse for many years. He wanted my permsission to use the two fire maps Gus Walker and I created for Classic Gunfights, Volume II: The 25 Fights Behind The O.K. Corral. Don paid us the ultimate complement: "Nobody has explained it better and we want them for our new museum." Gus and I worked hard on those two maps, pouring over contemporary newspaper accounts to delineate exactly where the two fires started and how much real estate they burned.
Speaking of Classic Gunfights, I worked with Robert Ray this morning on Isom Dart vs. Tom Horn layout for the next issue.
My good friend Jim Hatzell sent me a book I've been wanting to read: The Ten-Cent Plague: The Great Comic-Book Scare And How It Changed America. I started it last night and am really enjoying it. Kathy is reading The Mapmaker's Wife by Robert Whitaker and I perused it this morning and fell on this passage:
"Nearly all of the visitors were quite taken by Peruvian women, entranced in particular by the mestizos and mulattos who were mistresses to the rich. In Lima, reported Pedro de Leon Portocarrero, a Portuguese trader who lived there in the early 1600s, such women liked to 'display themselves strolling about in public,' and had a ravenous 'desire to satisfy the carnal appetites.' In 1714, the Frenchman Amadee Frezier similiarly marveled at the lusty Peruvian women. They would sneak out from their homes at night under the cover of their veils for 'immodest' purposes, he wrote, performing 'the part which men do in France.' At societal events, he added, they favored risque dresses that left their 'breasts and shoulders half naked,' and they were pleased to field 'proposals which a lover would not dare to make in France without incurring the indignation of a modest woman.' When it came to 'matters of love,' Frezier concluded, Peruvians,'yield to no nation.'"
Now that's history worth reading! I'm going to recommend this to my son Thomas. I wonder if there is any vestiges of this behavior leftover in Peru? Hmmmmm.
Got this comment on the photos of Kathy and I with Deena 28 years ago:
"What genuinely pisses me off is you look the same age twenty-eight years ago as you do today. And why do we dads all have pictures of us asleep and holding our babies? What kind of a Richard Pryor fire-trap shirt are you wearing in that picture? Good thing you weren't freebasing when you wore it.
—ALAN C. HUFFINES
The shirt, which New Times head honcho Jim Larkin gifted to me, is a shiny, 1920s-style-Western shirt with a classic, white bone yoke. I loved it at the time, but yes, today it could be mistaken for a freebasing, fire-trap shirt that Richard Pryor would have loved.
"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending."
-Maria Robinson
Bob Boze 10:09 AM
May 8, 2008
Spent another morning down at the Heart Institute. This time I went alone (so Kathy can catch up on work). Dr. informed me the CT scan shows reduced blood flow. Need to have an angiogram so they can see if the stents are still working. Worrisome because the first two stents they installed in Kingman did not do the job and a couple days later they needed to go back in and put in two more. This latest setback points toward the possibility of open heart surgery, but I'll take the odds.
The doctor also read my Kingman emergency room files and pronounced me, "Tough and lucky."
Drove back out, listening to Barbara Walters being interviewed on the Diane Rheem Show. She said a very inspiring thing: "I didn't have the skills, I didn't have the confidence, but I had to do it." She was referring to some aspect of her TV career, but I applied it to my Top Secret Project efforts. Arrived at the office at 11. Fought a couple editorial fires, signed a stack of books for mail orders and came home.
Had leftover roast beef for lunch. Man, that sucker turned out great. Kept my portion small and chased it down with watermelon.
Speaking of food, here's a comment I got about not going to the Matador on Tuesday:
"If you passed on the best huevos rancheros in the world, you can do anything."
—Charlie Waters
And Speaking of Uncle Bugs
Here's a photo of Charlie Waters in Prescott with his namesake, Thomas Charles Bell (about 1983-84). Left to right: T. Charles, Jolyn (behind), Charlie, Deena and Linda Waters:
We had just got done eating at the Dinner Bell Cafe. Charlie was still the editor and publisher of the Prescott Courier.
"A film is just like a muffin. You make it. You put it on the table. One person might say, 'Oh, I don't like it.' One might say it's the best muffin ever made. One might say it's an awful muffin. It's hard for me to say. It's for me to make the muffin."
- Denzel Washington
Bob Boze 1:27 PM
May 7, 2008
It was 28 years ago today at 6:11 P.M. that Kathy and I welcomed Deena Bell into this crazy world and to our home at 707 W. MacKenzie. Yesterday we took a photo on the same porch (behind Kathy, below).
Even though I did absolutely nothing at the hospital, having a kid really tired me out, as you can see, above.
Deena came out to the house at 5:30 today and, at her request, I made Robert's Roast. There was only one problem: I haven't made a roast in at least five or ten years, but my number one daughter wanted a home cooked meal, so, rather than do the crock pot deal like I did in the old days, I called Mad Coyote Joe and he walked me through his fail safe recipe over the phone. Although I was missing a couple ingredients it came out spectacular and we had a fun time having a great meal, looking at photos of her as a baby (like those above) and reminiscing about her best and worst times growing up (hint: being a teenager is a dark time for everyone).
"Historians and novelists are kin, in other words, but they're more like brothers who throw food at each other than like sisters who borrow each other's clothes."
—Jill Lepore
Bob Boze 7:51 PM
May 6, 2008
We were at the Heart Institute almost all day. Just got home (4:30). Based on viewing a DVD (I'm not making this up) of the angiogram and the placing of the stents in Kingman, my doctor here decided I didn't need a full angiogram so they did a modified cat scan where they injected my veins with iodine dye and did that. I'll have the results on Thursday.
Got down there deep inside the Beast at seven, got blood work done, then left to meet Deena for breakfast at The Good Egg at Park Central. Yes, I wanted to go to The Matador for huevos rancheros but the two women I was with talked me out of it. Sat outside on the patio. Beautiful day, ordered some "heart healthy" egg whites with Mexican salsa (stewed tomatoes with a pinch of mild Anaheim chiles), and black beans. Ate half of it. Too bland. Of course this is playing right into the heart healthy lifestyle. On the morning of March 22 I weighed 200 pounds. Today I weigh 175.
Afterwards we went over to Landis Cycle, behind our old farm house (built in 1915) at Seventh Avenue and Indian School Road. This longtime bike shop was there when Deena was a baby, and I bought a baby carrier for Kathy's bike 28 years ago so the two of them could tool around the neighborhood in style. Deena picked out a bitchin' bike (Man, they make amazing bikes today) for her birthday tomorrow. She also bought a Bell helmet (the safest, and we told her the name is convenient because she won't need a name tag stitched on it.). Afterwards we drove around the corner and went up to our old house at 707 West Mackenzie and knocked on the door. We wanted to see if the owners would let us in the back yard so Deena could pose by the tree we planted when she was born. No one answered the door, so we took a couple photos in the front yard and left. The Western style ranch mailbox complete with barbed wire and saguaro spines for a base, is still there and in use. I put it up in 1983.
Delivered Deena's bike out to her condo in Scottsdale, then went back to the Heart Institute for the rest of the tests and a meeting with my heart doctor. Had a long wait (one and a half hours) but utilized the time doing six sketches, then kept going and did twelve. Felt productive and good.
Dr. Lee gave me a pep talk about surviving and told me he has two kinds of patients: the first really makes an effort to change and when they come in for their annual checkups they are thin, healthy and happy. The other kind of patient, well, you can guess what they do, not much, and they are ready candidates for another heart attack, because once you've had one. . .
I promised to be the first kind of patient, but it's going to take some work. Gee, I wonder if the Old Vaqueros have anything to say about this?
"It takes work to stop working."
—Old Vaquero Saying
Bob Boze 5:48 PM
It's snowing in Flagstaff! Quite overcast and cool here. Supposed to rain later today. This is heavenly for us desert dwellers. Wore a sweatshirt on my bikeride this morning.
Went to a yoga class this morning for old people. They sure looked old too, but I have a sneaking suspicion half the class is younger than me. Ha. This made Kathy very happy (me going to the class) and she gave me a big kiss.
Came into the office and worked on the 20-page excerpt for Mickey Free. Got a haircut at noon. Made salmon last night and having that for lunch.
A freind of mine who lives in Tombstone says the town too tough to die is getting weirder and meaner. As I understand it, two local re-enactors began arguing before a recent show at the O.K. Corral about which one of them would play Doc Holliday. The guy who lost and was forced to play Morgan Earp, shot the guy playing Doc in the face with a blank during the performance. This is very dangerous, as a point blank shot even with a blank will tear a big hole in a coke can. The victim was airlifted to a hospital.
My friend says there's a drunkin' veneer of meanness that has spread over the town.
"This fight has commenced. Get to fighting or get away."
—Wyatt Earp (the prototype for all of the above)
Bob Boze 11:05 AM
May 12, 2008
I'm on hold at the Heart Institute's Scheduling Department (11:40 A.M.). They were supposed to call me regarding my angiogram appointment but it's been five days and I fear I've fallen off their radar. After ten minutes I took the option of leaving a message only to get this message: "Mailbox full." So, back to the operator who agrees to write down my request and walk it over to the Scheduling Department. And all this, so they can poke a big tube with a TV camera on the end of it up my groin area. Needless to say, I have conflicted feelings about me TRACKING THEM DOWN!
Meanwhile, here's the cover final for the book illustration I did recently for the University of Illinois Press:
Pretty sweet, if I do say so myself. Book will be out in September.
"I have the world's largest collection of seashells. I keep it on all the beaches of the world. Perhaps you've seen it."
—Steven Wright
Bob Boze 11:29 AM
May 11, 2008
Very nice Mother's Day festivities. At her request, I made homemade barley cereal for a healthy breakfast, then took Kathy into the Beast to see, not one, but two movies: Son of Rambow at the Camelview Five, then Forgetting Sarah Marshall at Desert Ridge. We met Deena for the second film and had a grand time.
"Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret love outlives them all."
—Oliver Wendell Holmes
Bob Boze 9:34 AM
May 10, 2008
This morning was payback time. Kathy reminded me she slept in a chair in the emergency room at Kingman Regional Hospital for six nights. Several weeks ago she informed me I owe her six requests. I agreed.
This morning at 8:30 she reminded me of my debt to her, and, so, seeing her rolled-up floor mat under her arm, I knew immediately what the request was. And without whining or rolling my eyes, I went to yoga with her at nine. I've learned to cheat at downward facing dog (my least favorite movement), so it was fine. Not fun, but fine. She wants me to go five more times in a row. Given what she went through I really can't deny her.
Tomcat Replies to Description of Sensuous Peruvian Women Excerpt. . .
"Yeah baby!! That is some dope history right there [see The Mapmaker's Wife excerpt from yesterday]. As for vestiges, I'm not too sure. I think our culture [The U.S.] is much more liberal at this point but Peruvian women are great. They are very feminine and sensual and great flirters. Everyone in Peru dances and that's where the women really shine.
"My friend Claudia is visiting and is reading Moby Dick. He refers to Lima as the tearless city. I wrote down a great quote of his (Melville):
"The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality that is not what is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more."
"This especially speaks to me in my current circumstance coming down to the city from the mountains. The contrasts make [a nearby city] the best place in the world.
"In that New Yorker you sent me there's an article about a Chinese dude who teaches English as a shouted language. He's training doctors for the Olympics and he was shouting with the doctors repeating him. 'I! Want! To! Take! Your! Temperature!' Anyway, Claudia and I were busting up at that. The original name for his book was I'm Psychotic, I succeed but the publishing house rejected it so he had to change it to I'm Crazy, I Succeed. So funny."
—Tomcat
Dearest Son,
A guy goes to see the doctor. The doctor says, "You have to stop masturbating."
The patient says, "Why?" And the doctor says, "Because I'm trying to examine you."
—The Dad
Bob Boze 1:30 PM
May 9, 2008
On my daily walk this morning, my neighbor Bev ran out to meet me and told me she hadn't heard about my heart attack. She asked me if I was following my doctor's orders and I said, "Yes, he told me I need a haircut." Going next Tuesday at noon.
Got a call this morning from the new manager at the O.K. Corral in Tombstone, Don Taylor. If his name sounds familiar it's because he was at the Tombstone Courthouse for many years. He wanted my permsission to use the two fire maps Gus Walker and I created for Classic Gunfights, Volume II: The 25 Fights Behind The O.K. Corral. Don paid us the ultimate complement: "Nobody has explained it better and we want them for our new museum." Gus and I worked hard on those two maps, pouring over contemporary newspaper accounts to delineate exactly where the two fires started and how much real estate they burned.
Speaking of Classic Gunfights, I worked with Robert Ray this morning on Isom Dart vs. Tom Horn layout for the next issue.
My good friend Jim Hatzell sent me a book I've been wanting to read: The Ten-Cent Plague: The Great Comic-Book Scare And How It Changed America. I started it last night and am really enjoying it. Kathy is reading The Mapmaker's Wife by Robert Whitaker and I perused it this morning and fell on this passage:
"Nearly all of the visitors were quite taken by Peruvian women, entranced in particular by the mestizos and mulattos who were mistresses to the rich. In Lima, reported Pedro de Leon Portocarrero, a Portuguese trader who lived there in the early 1600s, such women liked to 'display themselves strolling about in public,' and had a ravenous 'desire to satisfy the carnal appetites.' In 1714, the Frenchman Amadee Frezier similiarly marveled at the lusty Peruvian women. They would sneak out from their homes at night under the cover of their veils for 'immodest' purposes, he wrote, performing 'the part which men do in France.' At societal events, he added, they favored risque dresses that left their 'breasts and shoulders half naked,' and they were pleased to field 'proposals which a lover would not dare to make in France without incurring the indignation of a modest woman.' When it came to 'matters of love,' Frezier concluded, Peruvians,'yield to no nation.'"
Now that's history worth reading! I'm going to recommend this to my son Thomas. I wonder if there is any vestiges of this behavior leftover in Peru? Hmmmmm.
Got this comment on the photos of Kathy and I with Deena 28 years ago:
"What genuinely pisses me off is you look the same age twenty-eight years ago as you do today. And why do we dads all have pictures of us asleep and holding our babies? What kind of a Richard Pryor fire-trap shirt are you wearing in that picture? Good thing you weren't freebasing when you wore it.
—ALAN C. HUFFINES
The shirt, which New Times head honcho Jim Larkin gifted to me, is a shiny, 1920s-style-Western shirt with a classic, white bone yoke. I loved it at the time, but yes, today it could be mistaken for a freebasing, fire-trap shirt that Richard Pryor would have loved.
"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending."
-Maria Robinson
Bob Boze 10:09 AM
May 8, 2008
Spent another morning down at the Heart Institute. This time I went alone (so Kathy can catch up on work). Dr. informed me the CT scan shows reduced blood flow. Need to have an angiogram so they can see if the stents are still working. Worrisome because the first two stents they installed in Kingman did not do the job and a couple days later they needed to go back in and put in two more. This latest setback points toward the possibility of open heart surgery, but I'll take the odds.
The doctor also read my Kingman emergency room files and pronounced me, "Tough and lucky."
Drove back out, listening to Barbara Walters being interviewed on the Diane Rheem Show. She said a very inspiring thing: "I didn't have the skills, I didn't have the confidence, but I had to do it." She was referring to some aspect of her TV career, but I applied it to my Top Secret Project efforts. Arrived at the office at 11. Fought a couple editorial fires, signed a stack of books for mail orders and came home.
Had leftover roast beef for lunch. Man, that sucker turned out great. Kept my portion small and chased it down with watermelon.
Speaking of food, here's a comment I got about not going to the Matador on Tuesday:
"If you passed on the best huevos rancheros in the world, you can do anything."
—Charlie Waters
And Speaking of Uncle Bugs
Here's a photo of Charlie Waters in Prescott with his namesake, Thomas Charles Bell (about 1983-84). Left to right: T. Charles, Jolyn (behind), Charlie, Deena and Linda Waters:
We had just got done eating at the Dinner Bell Cafe. Charlie was still the editor and publisher of the Prescott Courier.
"A film is just like a muffin. You make it. You put it on the table. One person might say, 'Oh, I don't like it.' One might say it's the best muffin ever made. One might say it's an awful muffin. It's hard for me to say. It's for me to make the muffin."
- Denzel Washington
Bob Boze 1:27 PM
May 7, 2008
It was 28 years ago today at 6:11 P.M. that Kathy and I welcomed Deena Bell into this crazy world and to our home at 707 W. MacKenzie. Yesterday we took a photo on the same porch (behind Kathy, below).
Even though I did absolutely nothing at the hospital, having a kid really tired me out, as you can see, above.
Deena came out to the house at 5:30 today and, at her request, I made Robert's Roast. There was only one problem: I haven't made a roast in at least five or ten years, but my number one daughter wanted a home cooked meal, so, rather than do the crock pot deal like I did in the old days, I called Mad Coyote Joe and he walked me through his fail safe recipe over the phone. Although I was missing a couple ingredients it came out spectacular and we had a fun time having a great meal, looking at photos of her as a baby (like those above) and reminiscing about her best and worst times growing up (hint: being a teenager is a dark time for everyone).
"Historians and novelists are kin, in other words, but they're more like brothers who throw food at each other than like sisters who borrow each other's clothes."
—Jill Lepore
Bob Boze 7:51 PM
May 6, 2008
We were at the Heart Institute almost all day. Just got home (4:30). Based on viewing a DVD (I'm not making this up) of the angiogram and the placing of the stents in Kingman, my doctor here decided I didn't need a full angiogram so they did a modified cat scan where they injected my veins with iodine dye and did that. I'll have the results on Thursday.
Got down there deep inside the Beast at seven, got blood work done, then left to meet Deena for breakfast at The Good Egg at Park Central. Yes, I wanted to go to The Matador for huevos rancheros but the two women I was with talked me out of it. Sat outside on the patio. Beautiful day, ordered some "heart healthy" egg whites with Mexican salsa (stewed tomatoes with a pinch of mild Anaheim chiles), and black beans. Ate half of it. Too bland. Of course this is playing right into the heart healthy lifestyle. On the morning of March 22 I weighed 200 pounds. Today I weigh 175.
Afterwards we went over to Landis Cycle, behind our old farm house (built in 1915) at Seventh Avenue and Indian School Road. This longtime bike shop was there when Deena was a baby, and I bought a baby carrier for Kathy's bike 28 years ago so the two of them could tool around the neighborhood in style. Deena picked out a bitchin' bike (Man, they make amazing bikes today) for her birthday tomorrow. She also bought a Bell helmet (the safest, and we told her the name is convenient because she won't need a name tag stitched on it.). Afterwards we drove around the corner and went up to our old house at 707 West Mackenzie and knocked on the door. We wanted to see if the owners would let us in the back yard so Deena could pose by the tree we planted when she was born. No one answered the door, so we took a couple photos in the front yard and left. The Western style ranch mailbox complete with barbed wire and saguaro spines for a base, is still there and in use. I put it up in 1983.
Delivered Deena's bike out to her condo in Scottsdale, then went back to the Heart Institute for the rest of the tests and a meeting with my heart doctor. Had a long wait (one and a half hours) but utilized the time doing six sketches, then kept going and did twelve. Felt productive and good.
Dr. Lee gave me a pep talk about surviving and told me he has two kinds of patients: the first really makes an effort to change and when they come in for their annual checkups they are thin, healthy and happy. The other kind of patient, well, you can guess what they do, not much, and they are ready candidates for another heart attack, because once you've had one. . .
I promised to be the first kind of patient, but it's going to take some work. Gee, I wonder if the Old Vaqueros have anything to say about this?
"It takes work to stop working."
—Old Vaquero Saying
Bob Boze 5:48 PM
