Lessons from Bella Abzug
January 15, 2011
A number of years ago, when I had a gallery in Santa Fe, I was in LA on business, and staying at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. The evening was spent cruising up and down Hollywood Boulevard and snacking and salooning with my friend Steve Rose, who owned the Biltmore Gallery. He was kind of my guru and I always listened tight when he talked.
January 14, 2011
Well. My grandmother on my mother’s side was the personification of gray, and I’m not kidding. And I don’t mean just her hair. My whole perception of that woman is gray. She wore a gray Kimono-looking thing all the time. It had no sleeves that might have hidden the gray hair on her arms, or a sash around the middle that would have given a more curvy shape to her form, which was just straight down – and full bodied. Her name was Arie Beatrice Simpson. I don’t remember what I called her but it sure wasn’t “grammaw.” There’s a photo of her in my memoir (The Thrill of the Chase – page 44). Her hair looked like a cross between Albert Einstein’s and I don’t know what else. Each hair on her head looked like it had its own press agent.
Jackie Kennedy - a rare lady
January 13, 2011
Well. Once in a long while something really special happens to guys like me who put themselves out there for everyone to take a plunk at. I think I may hold the world record for ducking.
Anyway, sometime in the early eighties I received a call from Jill Cooper, who was married to Tom Udall, now US senator from New Mexico. She was a friend and asked if we could put Jackie Kennedy up for a few days in the guest house that was attached to our gallery. “Of course,” I said, and was thrilled even at the thought of such a thing. Mrs. Kennedy worked as an editor for Doubleday and was in town to meet with Stuart Udall on a book he was writing.
Douglas Preston books
January 12, 2011
I just finished reading Douglas Preston’s book, Impact, and must admit that it was a pretty good ride. Doug is one of those guys that’s better at wordsmithing than a lot of Pulitzer writers I’ve read. He has a way of putting words in the flow that are pleasing to the ear. Sometimes I had to stop and reread, and then smile and go on:
“The water lay glossy in the dark, the island looming ahead, swallowed in the blackness.”
“Lockwood worried the stone in his hand.”
“The wind sighed through the distant treetops.”
How can you not like that stuff?
The main heroes in Doug’s new book are Jackie, Wyman Ford and Abbie, whose lives are placed in great peril by a diabolical brute who is bent on finding a hard drive that contains secrets that can save the world. Nothing will stop him in his quest, and a $200,000 payment is his motivation. Boats sink, a storm rages and a terrible weapon is aimed at our planet. Doug knows how to weave the ins and outs that leaves you exhausted, but finally with a smile
This book is not quite a mystery but it certainly is a thriller that has an explaining twist at the end that will make you get up and lock the doors and turn the coffee pot off because you don’t want to stop just now to take some sips. I usually read two or three books at once, but not this time.
Doug has written seventeen techon thrillers, sometimes with his writing partner Lincoln Child. But his book that first struck my eye was Cities of Gold, a non-fiction story about he and a friend on horseback retracing Coronado’s trek from Southern Arizona to the Pecos Pueblo in New Mexico, a thousand mile journey. The trials along that trail are fun to experience with the haggared riders. I read that book three times and on my list of all time favorites, it’s near the top.
Doug’s books have been on the NYT bestseller list and have been released in many languages. He has also published in The New Yorker, Harpers, Smithsonian Magazine and National Geographic. When I grow up my dream is to write just like him.
Google Douglas Preston and read of his exploits
His books can be ordered from www.collectedworksbookstore.com 505-988-4226
Early Spanish artifacts in the Big Horn Mountains
January 11, 2011
This is my first blog and I asked my niece-in-law, Terri Fenn, to set it up on my web site for me. She’s a computer genius and I am on the opposite end of that spectrum. At age eighty I sometimes feel like I want to just sit down and say something, maybe as if I’m talking to myself, and I certainly wonder if anyone else would be interested in what I have to say. No matter really, I’ll just do it for my own entertainment if it comes to that.
The Mother of Indiana Jones
August 24, 2000
(A collector strikes back) This article appeared in Anthropology News, a monthly newspaper that is mailed to 4,800 subscribers. It was written in response to an article written by Dr. Joe Watkins “Salvaging our Ethics.” (Anthropology News 41:3:26-27) It also appeared in Ohio Archaeologist, Summer, 2000.
After retiring from the Air Force in 1970, I built an art gallery in Santa Fe that my wife and I ran for seventeen years. Since then, my energies have been directed toward excavation of a large Indian pueblo and writing books about art and exploration. I hope you enjoy my blog!