A-Roo-Gah

"One distinct difference between the sexes is that men
 tend to be more easily stimulated by visuals."
-- Dr. Alfred Kinsey  (biologist, professor of zoology/entomology, and noted leg man)

(Acrylic on found board 20"x26")

Here Comes Monday

                                     All you need in this world is ignorance and confidence and success is sure.
                                                                                                                                                                 Mark Twain
                                                                                         (acrylic, water color on paper 12" x18")

Some with a fountain pen

If you'll gather 'round me, children, A story I will tell 'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. It was in the town of Shawnee, A Saturday afternoon, His wife beside him in his wagon As into town they rode. There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude, Vulgar words of anger, An' his wife she overheard. Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, And the deputy grabbed his gun; In the fight that followed He laid that deputy down. Then he took to the trees and timber To live a life of shame; Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name. But a many a starving farmer The same old story told How the outlaw paid their mortgage And saved their little homes. Others tell you 'bout a stranger That come to beg a meal, Underneath his napkin Left a thousand dollar bill. It was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas Day, There was a whole car load of groceries Come with a note to say: Well, you say that I'm an outlaw, You say that I'm a thief. Here's a Christmas dinner For the families on relief. Yes, as through this world I've wandered I've seen lots of funny men; Some will rob you with a six-gun, And some with a fountain pen. And as through your life you travel, Yes, as through your life you roam, You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home. © Pretty Boy Floyd Copyright 1958 by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.   (10"x10" acrylic on canvas)

It's Nothing Personal...

                                                  
                                                              

                                                                                      
                                                                        ... but Hollywood wants to destroy you. 
                                                                                                                           (acrylic,  wood,  found real estate sign)

Monkey X

My Old Man kept his sense of humor right to the end.
On his deathbed he beckoned me close and whispered with his dying breath, "I forgive you".

 For the next eighteen years I was racked with guilt, yet completely perplexed by his last words until
 my mother, on her deathbed, drew me close as well and whispered, "he was kidding."

I didn't say it was a great sense of humor, I just said he kept it.

(Acrylic and oil on board, 8" x 10")

The Old Man and the Road

I'm driving on I-40, past Santa Rosa, NM, feeling pretty good about my little hero's journey when a I pass this old man puttering along on a Vespa.   He's topping out at maybe 45 miles per hour, buffeted by hot winds and huge semi trucks roaring past only inches from him.    

We pull over at the same motel and I ask him what the heck he's doing.   He says he's on his way to Chicago from Los Angeles, trying to take as many side roads as he can, but sometimes he has to get on the interstate.   The guy's 74 years old and he's taken his mighty scooter across every continent.  

He says he  doesn't like to plan too much -- he just gets as far as he gets.   When he feels like stopping, he stops.   He says that's how treats every day, even when he's not traveling. 

Get Your Kicks

I'm traveling this week on a location scout in New Mexico.  This is the Blue Swallow on Route 66 in Tucumcari.    The angry skies in the background only talked a good game.