Tomorrow Night Is Walpurgisnacht

I will probably just watch HOUR OF THE GUN instead. I did bike out to Guadalupe Canyon t'other day, though, where Old Man Clanton got ambuscaded and demised by parties mysterious -- whether Mexicans, Apaches, or Earp Bros., no man can say. Were I a true mystic shaman I might conjure these spirits to augment my abilities as a Gun Master, no mean feat. Any who doubt my tale are welcome to clamor for photographic evidence of crumbling adobe walls and etiolated bull-dozers. I don't have a daguerreotype of Dead Old Man Clanton though, you have to go to THE THING? off I-10 in Texas Canyon for that.

Greg: I don't doubt you, but I would love to see photos!