Wednesday, August 31, 2016

I ain't got no camera

I do not have a digital camera. On nights like tonight I dearly wish I had one.  That's one thing about moving to the desert--these incredible sunsets.  They're not at all like sunsets back in Colorado. A shame I can't share it.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Tea of Our Discontents

I like one particular brand of iced tea that comes ready made and sold at most stores.  All summer long I've struggled to find it.  I'm usually looking at an empty shelf at the grocery store.  I don't see why this company can't make more tea, or hire more drivers or whatever the problem is.  They're losing business.  supply chain people-- that's business school 101. I want my tea.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Topless Day 2018

Tomorrow is Women's Topless Day,Can't find any events listed in Tucson,

Friday, August 26, 2016

Not Much Going On

My postings have dropped off a bit lately.  I don't really have much going on.  Story Emporium 2 is out.  My next project is to try and get an Arizona chapter of the HWA up and running.  We've set our first meeting for September 10th in Phoenix.  We'll see what sort of interest there is.  

Tuesday, August 23, 2016


I recently planted two ash trees.  They seem to take the heat fairly well.  I'm so pleased to notice new leaves are growing.  That's when I'm told they're out of danger.  

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Second Grade

Some kids are back in school, some aren't depending on where they live.  How sad they look.  I looked like that on my way to school.  No school bus. I got a bicycle at some point.  When I was little I used to get so worried about school I'd throw up.  Of course that prompted my father to relentlessly tease me or do anything to up the pressure.

One day I went off to a little creek about a mile from out house.  I never went to school that day.  Mostly sat around and caught crawdads.  It wasn't much fun.  But I'd brought my lunch.  Went home at the usual time.  Figured I'd get in trouble.  Nobody ever seemed to notice.  Felt better about school after that.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Fur trader

It's 100 degrees in the shade and some guy's sitting in the back of his truck trying to sell fur coats.  I don't know if the coats are mink or rat.  I do know they're on the back of a pickup truck.  

It's not uncommon around here to see people parked on a vacant lot hawking objects de art,  But I've never seen somebody trying to sell fur coats.  It just seems so totally wrong somehow.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

poly ticks

Didn't turn on the telebibision once yesterday.  Not one word about Trump.  Simple bliss it was.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

more on trees

Even more about trees, well a bush anyway. Lightning took it out during a really violent storm last week. This thing has some nasty looking thorns on it. Got to cut the dead thing up. Not looking forward to it.  That lightning strike was only about 15 feet from my house.  Think it can't happen to you?  Fifteen feet.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Trees part 2

Well, my new tree has not died yet.  It's a ashe good for desert climates.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016


I was thinking up story  titles for some burned out copy writer.

Bunch of birds fly around resort town.  Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds

Cleaning lady loses her shoe.                 Cinderella.

Some guy buys a lamp at the bazar.           Aladdin.

Old miser sees ghosts.                            A Christmas Story

Some guy in France steals a loaf of bread and gets arrested            Les Miserable.

A woman thinks she can spin golden thread      Rumplestiltskin

People go around burning books.                              Fahrenheit 451

A prince goes around kissing dead girls.               Snow White

Tuesday, August 9, 2016


Bought myself a tree for some shade on the hot side of my house.  boy, was it tough to plant. We have incredibly hard rocky soil.  Hope the darned thing doesn't die.

Hot Stuff

As most folks reading this blog know, I recently moved to Tucson, AZ from Colorado.  Well, it's quite a bit hotter.  I'm not complaining. but I am explaining.  I've been trying to find some trees, as the back side of my house gets really hot in the afternoons.  Every nursery I've gone to tells me different things.  "You need this.  You need that."  Tomorrow, I will make my decision...

Saturday, August 6, 2016


One problem with the Olympics is tv.  All the other networks kind of roll over and go into rerun mode. So, if you don't want to watch the Olympics, you've got few options. At least it's only every two years [winter and summer]. 

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Money from outer space

Want money?  I got some at one of our casinos.  I only went because some people from out of town wanted to go.  I won a whole dollar.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

The Hanging Judge

Two areas in the Wild West became especially notorious as being outside  the rule of law were Deadwood and the Indian Territories, which later became Oklahoma.  As most white settlements in this area were illegal and there was little in the way of local justice, this was literally a lawless region. The only real law came from Judge Charles Parker, who presided over the U.S. Court for the Western District of Arkansas out of Fort Smith. His tenure was unique in the history of the federal judiciary; while most U.S. district judges toiled away on civil cases, Parker heard thousands of criminal complaints involving disputes and violence between Indians and non-Indians. He served on the bench for 20 years.  Lacking any other rule of law, he deputized federal marshals and sent them into the Indian Territory to arrest and bring back literally hundreds of criminals.  Although he often claimed he was trying to rehabilitate these men, he sent 160 people to their deaths. This is more executions by far than any American judge, ever. Most of those executed had no right of appeal--there was no appellate court claiming jurisdiction over the area.
 Parker's efforts led to major changes in how the justice system operates. In Fort Smith he tried to create, in his own words, "the moral force of a strong federal court." He did this singlehandedly with little help or guidance from Congress or any other court. He deputized blacks as well as whites as marshals at a time when marshals were under the supervision of federal judges.  Some of his marshals arrested got so good at what they did they would arrest hundreds of criminals a year and bring them back to stand trial by the wagonful. 

And this concludes Hanging Week.  I hope you've enjoyed it,

Monday, August 1, 2016

New Adventures

The New Adventures of the Late Judge Roy Bean

The town council was frantic.
What are we to do?
Scofflaw are everywhere.
There’s a car parked in my spot

Then the air turned and the sky churned and a man stood before them.
“I’m Judge Roy Bean and I’ll clean up this town.”
And the sky churned and the wind blew and suddenly another man was there.
“That’s deputy Dan.”

And so the citizens were safe once again.
They could sleep at night
Cars could be parked.
The law had arrived.

Then court was in session.
The judge cracked his gavel. Court is open!
What’s the charge?

What of it?
A gum wrapper, it was.
Oh, did he hate litter.
 "Guess we’ll have to hang ya.”

Next case come forward.
What’s it gonna be?
The judge hated looking at people’s thumbs.

The town council was frantic.
What are we to do?
We’ve made a mistake.
But there’s no car in my spot.

This is a poem I published a long time ago in a small magazine long forgotten.

Judge Roy Bean, the only law west of the Pecos.  Often and erroneously called the hanging judge, truth is he was just a part time justice of the peace and saloon keeper.  He handled minor cases like stealing and drunkenness, but lacked the authority to run capital trails.  Although there is one tale of one case where he did order someone hanged...

Tomorrow we'll rap up hanging week with a real bad ass hanging judge.