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The Evolution of My Art Opinion

In 1972, my art career in Santa Fe began at a snail’s stride. My wife and I and two young daughters slept on the floor while we plastered the walls in our new gallery…

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Raffle for Renelle

Renelle, 41 and single, has a rare bone cancer called osteosarcoma. Five years of chemo and several surgeries didn’t kill the disease…

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Salute to a Warrior

When Renelle Jacobson stepped out of her car in my driveway, and walked toward me, I was charmed at first sight…

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Sweet FragrancesNovember

It’s blustery outside and my wife has gone grocery shopping so I decided to revisit a fun time I had when I was a kid…

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I Never Go Shopping

As I approached the check out counter, a shapely twentyish-looking woman raced past me. Her pushcart was loaded…

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Wars Last Forever

A few weeks ago I received a package that contained a jacket and a very poignant letter, parts of which are too personal to relate here. The story the letter tells would be mostly forgotten and lost to history, were it not for a very caring and thoughtful man whom I do not know. His name is Nelson Connell…

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Cactus Cowboys

I don’t know why J. R. Williams didn’t get a Pulitzer because he came out of the same cartoon mould as Bill Maudlin who received two. For three decades Williams drew a cartoon a day and was syndicated in more than 700 newspapers at his peak…

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The Brian Joyce Affair

Santa Fe is an interesting little city, tucked between several mountain ranges that make up part of the great Rockies. What makes the place different are the many characters who are attracted to it, and I proudly admit to being one of them…

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Concy and Me

When I was a young teenager, one of my favorite places to fish in Yellowstone Park was Grebe Lake. It was about 150 acres in size and full of Arctic Grayling and 16” rainbows. My dad and I always fished it two or three times during our three-month summer stays in West Yellowstone…

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Why was I not Mad at Him?

During the war in Vietnam I was assigned to a fighter squadron whose mission was to kill as many Viet Cong and North Vietnamese soldiers as possible. I flew 328 sorties to that end and would describe my abilities as being average among the pilots, which means I was very good. All of us were highly trained volunteers with soaring morale…

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