<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176</id><updated>2010-04-14T11:26:06.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Boze Bell's Big Bad Book of Bad Diary Entries</title><subtitle type='html'>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.&amp;nbsp; Some of it is enlightening.&amp;nbsp; Much of it is embarrassing, but all of it is painfully true.

Are you a True West Maniac?  Get True West for LIFE...Click here!</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/blogger1.htm'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2965</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-5930046305526925244</id><published>2010-04-14T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:26:06.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 14, 2010   Got this interesting link to a story about young Japanese girls who are hooked on history. While it's the history of Japan they are attracted to, the parallels to our Western history are compelling.http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125898462"When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world."—John Muir</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/5930046305526925244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/5930046305526925244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-14-2010-got-this-interesting-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-1157941685467784086</id><published>2010-04-14T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:18:04.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 14, 2010Yesterday I posted a scratchboard of Coyote Pass near Kingman and a friend asked me, "Didn't your dad used to drive you as a baby over that pass in a '49 Ford? And don't you wish you still had that Ford?"Yes, and yes. Here is a photo of my father and his pit crew on the annual Route 66 Fun Run in 1993:Left to right: BBB, Al Bell, Milton Cece (his Norwegian cousin from Iowa) and Ray </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/1157941685467784086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/1157941685467784086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-14-2010-yesterday-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-3183524545506025995</id><published>2010-04-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:42:43.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 13, 2010Cooler out and cloudy, but no rain. Actually very nice out.I'm rereading Martha Summerhayes' Vanished Arizona and enjoying it even more than the first five times I read it. One of the main reasons I always enjoy her adventures is that she goes right through my old stomping grounds. The soldier columns followed the freighting outfits, run by Captain Hardy, as they marched up from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/3183524545506025995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/3183524545506025995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-13-2010-cooler-out-and-cloudy-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-4320606559077916020</id><published>2010-04-12T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:04:24.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 12, 2010,   Had a very nice weekend working on a variety of things. Whipped out a series of small scratchboards. Here's the Gila chugging along on the Colorado River near the Needles:And here's the Gila going up stream near El Dorado Canyon:And here are the deckhands with their long poles gauging the depth of the current near Parker:The deckhands, usually of Mexican and, or, In-din blood, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/4320606559077916020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/4320606559077916020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-12-2010-had-very-nice-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-1747046736804758748</id><published>2010-04-10T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:22:41.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 10, 2010Went for a walk with Peaches at about 7:30 this morning. Just about perfect out. Halfway up Old Stage Road Peaches lurched around on her leash and I turned to see a large coyote coming right up behind us, within fifteen feet. My big "Hey!" and my flailing arm movements scared him off, but barely. He merely loped off about fifty yards and looked at us contemptuously.Walked on with no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/1747046736804758748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/1747046736804758748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-10-2010-went-for-walk-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-2864595561759449192</id><published>2010-04-09T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:24:43.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 9, 2010Working on more Colorado River steamboat images and studying the outrageous demise of the venture (more on that later). Does anyone know why there were no steamboats on the Rio Grande, at least in New Mexico? Or, were there? And, come to think of it, I don't recall any on the Rio Grande in Texas. I assume they must have plied the eastern end of the river as it got closer to the gulf.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/2864595561759449192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/2864595561759449192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-9-2010-working-on-more-colorado.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-264600026730804387</id><published>2010-04-09T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:16:52.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 9, 2010I did a taped interview earlier this week for "Colorado Matters" a KCFR (Colorado Public Radio) program. The subject was us naming two Colorado museums in our top ten museums piece in the current issue of True West. Here is the info, if you want to access the interview:The interview with Bob Boze Bell is currently scheduled to air today,Friday, April 9 on Colorado Matters.Here's how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/264600026730804387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/264600026730804387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-9-2010-i-did-taped-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-3642109078408379932</id><published>2010-04-08T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:38:31.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 8, 2010This morning I received a big box from Jim Pfluger the Director of the National Ranching Heritage Center. Inside were two, big, brand-spanking new books: "Pitchfork Country: The Photogrpahy of Bob Moorhouse" and "The Spurs of James Wheat: Pioneer Collector" by Bruce Bartlett. Both are beautifully done with great cowboy pics.Meanwhile, one of my hosts at the NRHC, Emily Arellano, sent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/3642109078408379932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/3642109078408379932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-8-2010-this-morning-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-7113650727237662819</id><published>2010-04-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:11:47.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 8, 2010Flying R came out to the True West World Headquarters yesterday and traded me a custom-made red braid hatband for a Tom Horn painting. Here tis:Looks good against the white of that Beaver Brand Hat, no?"What's red on white and proud all over?"—BBB</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/7113650727237662819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/7113650727237662819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-8-2010-flying-r-came-out-to-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-6808912035171019002</id><published>2010-04-08T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:04:27.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 8, 2010Still gripped by the lore of the Colorado steamboats. This is one of the blessings of Attention Deficit Disorder. I wake up excited to learn more. Unlike George Eastman, the unmoved mover of Kodak, I have never awakened in the morning and said, "I have nothing to live for." I never realized how much of the world I grew up in (Mohave County, Arizona) was developed from the opening of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/6808912035171019002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/6808912035171019002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-8-2010-still-gripped-by-lore-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-6083148909383648278</id><published>2010-04-07T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:03:50.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 7, 2010Got a call from my road warrior daughter yesterday. She was driving from Chicago to Green Bay, Wisconsin to give 401K presentations at a slaughter house (they recommended she stop and buy Vick's to rub under her nose to combat the smell). She was supposed to fly into Milwaukee and fly straight in, but flights were canceled and she ended up in Chicago with a rental car. I told her I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/6083148909383648278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/6083148909383648278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-7-2010-got-call-from-my-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-3049677533404317001</id><published>2010-04-06T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:40:21.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 6, 2010   Just got back from lunch with Mad Coyote Joe and Wonderful Russ. Joe treated and insisted we go downtown to Durant's, one of the oldest surviving watering holes in the Valley of the Sun. I used to eat there quite a bit when I worked downtown in the eighties, but hadn't been there in at least 15 years. We laughed quite a bit, and like I said, the whole deal was on Mad, and that was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/3049677533404317001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/3049677533404317001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-6-2010-just-got-back-from-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-4482757154885098010</id><published>2010-04-05T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:35:00.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 5, 2010Went home for lunch and whipped out a couple scratchboards. First up, a new bottom for the Nazi Western True West Moment:This is called "How 2" as opposed to "How 1":I wanted the In-din to be a little further back, on a ridge, kind of looking down on the Nazi film crew, both literally and figuratively, but I don't always get what's in my head, out through my hand, on to paper. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/4482757154885098010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/4482757154885098010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-5-2010-went-home-for-lunch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-2235136577026318249</id><published>2010-04-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:48:56.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 5, 2010   Cleared out my January notes from my Franklin Daytimer, putting the best tidbits in my carry forward file. Here are those notes and ideas:Notes from January, 2010 daytimer:• Execute a series of 8X10 Hollywood style black and white glossies of Geronimo, Custer, Billy, Etta Place, Zapata, etc.• quotes for "Round About" concept. Needs a staging area• "He's not going anywhere." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/2235136577026318249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/2235136577026318249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-5-2010-cleared-out-my-january.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-8560248487629733783</id><published>2010-04-02T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:56:07.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 2, 2010As mentioned, worked yesterday on an In-din waving to a Nazi film crew, all of them doing the seig heil salute:Need to go home and combine this scene with the film crew. I have great scrap from Joe McNeill's new book Arizona's Little Hollywood which will be coming out soon.This is for the True West Moments print version which is running in the Arizona Republic every Sunday in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/8560248487629733783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/8560248487629733783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-2-2010-as-mentioned-worked.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-7603006921063706657</id><published>2010-04-01T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:09:29.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 1, 2010Went home for lunch and whipped out a Nazi In-din raising his hand. Could be a Heil Hitler salute or it could be a benign "How." Both are probably offensive, but then that's just my game.Got back to the office and had a couple calls to return. Here's an interesting post situation: I'm on the phone with Hugh O'Brian (The Life &amp; Legend of Wyatt Earp, 1954-61, 275 shows). He's inviting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/7603006921063706657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/7603006921063706657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/04/april-1-2010-went-home-for-lunch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-1461784187333484714</id><published>2010-03-31T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:30:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 31, 2010   Just got these picks of our True West Moments taping from Emily Arellano of the National Ranching Heritage Center:Yes, that's my new custom made Beaver Brand Hat, the jacket is from Larry Bitterman of Old Frontier Clothing Co., the jeans are Wrangler's, the shirt is True West denim, the haircut is by Bev from up the road, the barn is from the famous Four Sixes Ranch.Here's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/1461784187333484714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/1461784187333484714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/03/march-31-2010-just-got-these-picks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-5065971910815524888</id><published>2010-03-31T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:45:13.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 31, 2010   Lots of discussion around here about Old Arizona vs. New Arizona. Yesterday I sold the '49 Ford to a gentleman from Michigan who is in love with it because this model and year was his first car. My son is sad, but the pack rats were really doing serious damage and I know that it's going to a good home where someone will take care of it. Speaking of old vs. new Arizona, an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/5065971910815524888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/5065971910815524888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/03/march-31-2010-lots-of-discussion-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-753378367467000961</id><published>2010-03-30T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:06:50.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 30, 2010   On our last night in Lubbock my producer Jeff Hildebrandt and I went to a fave local hangout called Gardskie's, which is in an old house, near the downtown. Very nice meal, had the salmon. Afterwards we drove around the downtown area looking for the Buddy Holly statue. Couldn't find it.My host from the National Ranching Heritage Center told me more people come from all over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/753378367467000961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/753378367467000961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/03/march-30-2010-on-our-last-night-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-2009954575646749041</id><published>2010-03-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:01:29.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 29, 2010   Here's a request I got yesterday:Dear Bob,I live in the northeast corner of Tennessee--Bristol--but I have always had horses and have always been a cowboy at heart. For years I have wanted to fulfill a dream of riding an authentic stagecoach in open country, not some tourist ride down a paved street in a contraption that doesn't even look like a stagecoach. I have made two trips </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/2009954575646749041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/2009954575646749041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/03/march-29-2010-heres-request-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-364344690591311651</id><published>2010-03-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:34:04.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 28, 2010   Just finished a dozen new True West Moments over at the National Ranching Heritage Center. We had a spotty day yesterday with high winds and overcast skies. Only got six segments in the can, including four out at an abandoned county jail in Clairemont, Texas, about 70 miles east of Lubbock. Had to tape on the downwind side of the two story structure and even then my new hat blew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/364344690591311651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/364344690591311651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/03/march-28-2010-just-finished-dozen-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-6508071987352109406</id><published>2010-03-26T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:06:09.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 26, 2010  All we are is dust in the wind. I don't know why I'm quoting Journey (or, is "Dust In The Wind" by some other crappy eighties band?) but it is quite windy here in Buddy Holly's hometown. Had a speech tonight at the Ranching Heritage Center in Lubbock. Great crowd. Sold every book we had (I think the gift shop person told me they ordered 8 of each of my titles, that would be seven,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/6508071987352109406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/6508071987352109406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/03/march-26-2010-all-we-are-is-dust-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-8769170165220123912</id><published>2010-03-25T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:06:10.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 25, 2010   Drove out to J.W. Brooks Custom Hat Company near New River this morning and got my 20X Beaver Brand hat blocked in for the trip tomorrow ($20 cash tip). It's a pure white hat and I'm a bit concerned about traveling with it on my head (can't pack it, too cumbersome), but here we go.   Meantime, did a scratchboard a couple days back of "El Jefe":When I was in jail for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/8769170165220123912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/8769170165220123912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/03/march-25-2010-drove-out-to-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-9084260944821031494</id><published>2010-03-25T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:06:12.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 25, 2010   One of the beliefs among us historic wardrobe buffs, alright fanatics, is that the "Two-Gun Man" is more or less an invention of Hollywood. While it's somewhat true in the later era (1881-1895) there is some pretty convincing evidence that there was a time on the frontier, at least in Arizona, where it was considered almost mandatory to carry two guns. in 1859 at a duel at Tubac,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/9084260944821031494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/9084260944821031494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/03/march-25-2010-one-of-beliefs-among-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690176.post-3621949738255168600</id><published>2010-03-24T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:11:53.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 24, 2010   Just got off the phone with a man who bought a box full of negatives at an estate sale. He's been scanning them and it appears they are of Tombstone in the early 1900s. He said he called the historical society and they acted like they didn't want to see anything, so he called me! Man, I tell you, this is why I love owning a history magazine. He's bringing them out next week.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/3621949738255168600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690176/posts/default/3621949738255168600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/weblog/2010/03/march-24-2010-just-got-off-phone-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob Boze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10884865420067145231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07546617912692521469'/></author></entry></feed>