Sunday, April 30, 2006

History Repeats...

Borrowed Image by Lawrence
The kids be grown. Joe and Nate have more hair than I ever had, certainly more than Larry. Jake and Emily are like adults, certainly more adult than me and Larry will ever be. Josh is heir-apparent to the Corleone empire. Any yet...
Here they are and the "El Greco" is on the left, one floor up.
Top that Foghorn!

The Goal in Life

"The goal in life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, 'WOW -- what a freaking ride!' " - Anonymous

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Chez Viktor

Best shop in Nogales, Sonora, Mexico.


That's Viktor on the right. He contains more knowledge of Sonora and Mexico than shelves of encyclopedia.

Looking for Merlin

I'm a lookin' lookin' lookin for picts of Neal, but I got none. This is Ken Hagen and John Allen, Neal's son, when we went to England in 1999. We went to Stonehenge and hoped for Y2K. All we got was drunk a lot. Mountain Girl came with Sunshine.

Here's Babbs and Leary about a month to the day before Timmy took the last trip.


Had the chance to photography my son's rugby game with my new canon 30d last night, rough game to watch and pretty tough to shoot,

Friday, April 28, 2006

Back on the bus

The bus trip to New York and back was a big success with a lot of drama archived on film. Back at La Honda the crew continued their parties, showing clips of the trip to the chemically induced audience. Soon they realized that the "party" was too big for the house. They began to put together "happenings" at local halls, with sound effects hooked up to microphones, light shows, film, costumes, strobes, and any other weirdness the could find. A local struggling band known as the "Warlocks" joined in with their Psychedelic-Blues; later they changed their name to the Grateful Dead. The Pranksters put up posters around town telling of these "Acid Tests," but the time and location were kept secret until the last moment. These Acid Tests would be a bombardment of sight and sound that were enhanced by a big garbage can full of "Electric Kool-Aid."

Thursday, April 27, 2006

"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

"Chicago" by Carl Sandburg

Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and

children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger. And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive
and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold
slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted
against the wilderness,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse. and under his ribs
the heart of the people,
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating,
proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006


This ode to you O Poets and Orators to come, you
father Whitman as I join your side, you Congress
and American people,
you present meditators, spiritual friends & teachers,
you O Master of the Diamond Arts,
Take this wheel of syllables in hand, these vowels and
consonants to breath's endtake this inhalation of black poison to your heart, breath
out this blessing from your breast on our creation
forests cities oceans deserts rocky flats and mountains
in the Ten Directions pacify with exhalation,
enrich this Plutonian Ode to explode its empty thunder
through earthen thought-worlds
Magnetize this howl with heartless compassion, destroy
this mountain of Plutonium with ordinary mind
and body speech,thus empower this Mind-guard spirit gone out, gone
out, gone beyond, gone beyond me, Wake space,
so Ah!

Botana's Amigo

Hey Kids my first post, thought I would share with you all, Larry and I met for lunch so i could deliver his cool photo's I took.

My ex-nephew Randy

He's the front man of a rock band in Indianapolis. I snapped this for a jewel case several years ago while firing up my Weber grill.

Randy's got a streak of hard luck stories like none you've ever known. His greatest aspiration is to be a writer like Stephen King, and his Uncle Ted.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

I'm at the train siding

While you were gone these spaces filled with darkness
The obvious was hidden
With nothing to believe in the compass always points to Terrapin.
The sullen wings of fortune beat like rain
You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Creative Force

This kid is the perfect amalgam of his folks: gots his mama's good looks and his papa's wildfire eyes.

The great Hoagie Carmichael, a Hoosier, once said of the piano's keys, something to this effect: There are great songs in there; all I have to do is find them.

A Pirate Looks at 40,50,60. In My Case 70

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last
And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown

Sunday, April 23, 2006

A New Heaven, But The Same Old Earth

I saw this gospel quote on the blog maintained by "Spoke" today. It struck a chord, as it addresses all those good actions we do to try and make things right (read: the way we want them to turn out).

People with "holy" words want to try and judge us every day, individually and corporately. "Do this, do that. If you do it wrong, go to Hell... Do not pass go and do not collect $200.00. I followed the outline and I'm gonna be ok. Ok?"

A Bit of Matthew 7, from The Message:
21"Knowing the correct password--saying "Master, Master,' for instance--isn't going to get you anywhere with me. What is required is serious obedience--doing what my Father wills. 22I can see it now--at the Final Judgment thousands strutting up to me and saying, "Master, we preached the Message, we bashed the demons, our God-sponsored projects had everyone talking.' 23And do you know what I am going to say? "You missed the boat. All you did was use me to make yourselves important. You don't impress me one bit. You're out of here.'

Saturday, April 22, 2006


That's me (left) and my little brother, growing up on The Farm. That rock wall is still there. So is our dad, even more stalwart than the wall.


And the poet says that by starlight
You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked
And that he has seen on the water, lying in her long veils
White Ophelia floating, like a great lily.
- May 15, 1870
Arthur Rimbaud, King of the Beats

St. Florian's card social

They used to call these church smokers, but now they're "card socials." St. Florian's is a pretty good-sized parish in West Milwaukee. $10 gets you a buffet dinner and all the soda, beer or wine you want. Then you sit down and play cards all night in the basement or the gym.

Friday, April 21, 2006

"Charly" (1968)

Ravi Shankar wrote original music for this film.

Cliff Robertson won the Oscar for best actor.

Daniel Keyes, who was a professor at Ohio University, Athens, when Larry and I attended there, wrote the original short story, "Flowers for Algernon."

This is a very profound and sad film.


O pale Ophelia ! beautiful as snow !
Yes child, you died, carried off by a river !
- It was the winds descending from the great mountains of Norway
That spoke to you in low voices of better freedom.
It was a breath of wind, that, twisting your great hair,
Brought strange rumors to your dreaming mind ;
It was your heart listening to the song of Nature
In the groans of the tree and the sighs of the nights ;
It was the voice of mad seas, the great roar,
That shattered your child's heart,
too human and too soft ;
It was a handsome pale knight, a poor madman
Who one April morning sate mute at your knees !
Heaven ! Love ! Freedom !
What a dream, oh poor crazed Girl !
You melted to him as snow does to a fire ;
Your great visions strangled your words
- And fearful Infinity terrified your blue eye !


At this crittical juncture in time and space, the Western Blues has expanded to include new participants. The first, Foghorn Leghorn, has signed in and posted humorously and seriously all in the same day. The second, Gilo, is forthcoming and promises to be a welcome addition. Just don't make Lar feel bad. He's on the edge and needs little to lose his precarious footing and fall into the abyss.


On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily;
Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils...
In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.
For more than a thousand years sad Opheliahas passed,
a white phantom, down the long black river.
For more than a thousand years her sweet madness
has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.
The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath
Her great veils rising and falling with the waters ;
The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,
The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.
The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;
At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings ;
- A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars.

Here's another publicity picture Dave took yesterday.
Photo by

new guy

I'm a new kid on the block. Is there protocol for posting on this gallery of insanity?

Author photo

Here's my author photo for the upcoming Nogales book. It was taken yesterday by our old photo buddy Dave Gilo. Check out his work at He's been doing some amazing stuff for his clients. We're trying to bring Dave in as a regular contributor!!!

Photo by Dave Gilo

Bob Wick's front porch

The home is nestled on three sides by the foothills of the Mule Mountains, and the front is open to a stunning vista of the Sonora, Mexico, frontier.

Everwhere are Mr. Wick's sculptures. He likes the Buddha theme.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Backdoor of Copper Queen Hotel

Tuesday, April 18, 2006



Mea Culpa

Photo by Leo

" Nah, Chuy. You are so loco. It was Walter Lantz. Yeah, man. It was Woody Woodpecker and Andy Panda and that pingüino named Chill Wills or sumtin'. No, vato. Wet Willie was that band from Pacoima or Mobile or somewheres. Yeah, I seen them in Panama City in '69. Yeah, I know that's your favorite number."

Monday, April 17, 2006

Popeye's drive-thru, 2:30 in the morning
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Leonard at his father's house

When one is with Sadorfs, one is always well fed and happy. The Sadorf Family is an All-American Institution.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Backdoor View

As I worked this evening, somebody said, "Hey, look at the sunset!"

I rarely ignore the call.

This time I had my camera with me.

The view is from Veterans Drive. The flags belong to the VFW.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Street musician in Playa del Carmen
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

One of Tulum's government buildings
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

The Mayan city of Tulum was abandoned in 1300AD, but the ruins are still there for visitors to explore.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

This is Janet, an entertainer at the Greenhouse in Cozumel.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Wednesday, April 12, 2006


What's really amazing about this market in Tucson is that there are all sorts of food and things that you don't find in an ordinary supermarket.

The jam session is just a bonus.

Monday, April 10, 2006

I could say this represented man's inhumanity to man or something equally philosophical, but let's face it. It's just a Mexican sunglass rack.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Dancers in Cozumel's Plaza San Miguel. It's the colors that just knocked me out.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

I call this one "Carmelo and the Old Man." I met Carmelo this past Saturday on a funky sidestreet in Cozumel.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Consternation or Constipation?

Photo by Samuel Sadorf (age 7)
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe Groucho used to refer to this face, when Harpo made it, as the "Googie". Methinks the Tripper looks to be exploding soon. At least all his chins disappeared.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Another view of Bisbee

Yuma man visits Bisbee

I'll bet you a dollar he got there on a Harley.

Fido (Latin for 'I trust')

Outside a Bisbee cafe laid this dog. His eyes, ears and nose monitored the situation.

People sitting nearby said the master had simply told the dog: "Sit, stay," and gone inside.

Nothing fazed the dog as he enjoyed lying on the cool slab of concrete.

Then a classic car's horn sounded a clownish sound: "Ah-OOOGA. Ah-OOOGA!"

Fido responded instantly with a deep voice -- a bark that reverberated throughout all of Old Bisbee.

As expected, the owner emerged presently and went on his way with Fido and family.

Bisbee fun

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