and the Devil himself...

and the Devil himself...

Monday, November 22, 2010

Outlaw Caves and Other Roadside Attractions

First we stumbled upon a now-defunct and utterly amusing miniature golf course - Joe's Diner and 50s miniature golf features this eager to be consumed  hot dog was just one of a number of wonders - dancing fries, burgers, ice cream cones and a girl on skates with a car overhead are on their way as soon as I dowload them from my phone.

What I didn't know was that an even odder, but closed, course was near by - Golfgotha! (Well, it's not called that but it would have been a good title for the Biblical ballery - Golgotha. It's a shame they were closed. I'm not normally a fan of the whole put-put thing but these would have been entertaining. Can still be seen at 3162 Mammoth Cave Rd.

Another vintage hi-light were antique coin operated horses, (and one covered wagon). I rode one a lot like the one above and I tell you, they don't make them like that now. It bucked and bolted enough to throw a small child - I had to hold on to the reins.

Inside The Olde General Store, nestled among every odd thing you can think of - from vintage PBR cans and cool metal signs to cow skulls and an infinite array of stones was an assortment of Briar Patch goats milk soap, featuring unusual scents like muscadine and kudzu blossom.

Frank and Jesse James

Last but not least - and hopefully to be revisited Friday - the Outlaw Cave, where Jesse James hid out and a stop at the Jesse James riding stables below. (Links in my previous blog.) 

Sunday, November 21, 2010

5 Cool Things That Happened This Week

Art by Wes Freed

1.Wes Freed stars in the second showing of his new film by Jim Stramel, Degenerates Ink (Trailer), at the historic Byrd Theater in their native Richmond, Va.

2. Lost River Cavemen performed at the Lamplighter in Lexington, Ky.

3. Katelan Foisy's Beneath the Half Moon Full Moon Circle Tarus Moon on a Blue Moon

4. A new poster by Bob Masse,  "Lebowski Lanes" for Lebowski Fest.

5. Michael O'Neill was on the road and took this amazing photo of one of his Arizona evenings:

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Attractions on an Offbeat Path

1. A replica of Stonehenge in Munfordville, Ky.

 2. Munfordville is also home to the largest Amish community in Kentucky.

3. A Wigwam Village motel, built in 1937.

4. An Indian burial ground dating to 680 B.C. at Onyx Cave, not far from the Wigwam Village.

5. Lantern tour of an Outlaw Cave nearby; where Jesse James and others hid.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Top 5 Things to Eat in Kentucky

1. Hot Brown

The signature dish of the Brown Hotel, created in the 1920s, (when F. Scott Fitzgerald was featuring another landmark Louisville hotel, the Sealbach, in "The Great Gatsby").

From the Brown's website:

Ingredients (2):
2 oz. Whole Butter
2 oz. All Purpose Flour
1 Qt. Heavy Cream
1/2 Cup Pecorino Romano Cheese, Plus 1 Tablespoon for Garnish
Salt & Pepper to Taste
14 oz. Sliced Roasted Turkey Breast
2 Slices of Texas Toast (Crust Trimmed)
4 slices of Crispy Bacon
2 Roma Tomatoes, Sliced in Half
Paprika, Parsley

"In a two-quart saucepan, melt butter and slowly whisk in flour until combined and forms a thick paste (roux). Continue to cook roux for two minutes over medium-low heat, stirring frequently. Whisk whipping cream into the roux and cook over medium heat until the cream begins to simmer, about 2-3 minutes. Remove sauce from heat and slowly whisk in Pecorino Romano cheese until the Mornay sauce is smooth. Add salt and pepper to taste.

"For each Hot Brown, place one slice of toast in an oven safe dish and cover with 7 ounces of turkey. Take the two halves of Roma tomato and set them alongside the base of turkey and toast. Next, pour one half of the Mornay sauce to completely cover the dish. Sprinkle with additional Pecorino Romano cheese. Place entire dish under a broiler until cheese begins to brown and bubble. Remove from broiler, cross two pieces of crispy bacon on top, sprinkle with paprika and parsley, and serve immediately."

2. Bread Pudding With Whiskey Sauce

12 to 14 cups 1-inch cubes day-old French bread
1 tablespoon unsalted butter
2 cups heavy cream
4 cups whole milk
6 large eggs
1 3/4 cups plus 2 tablespoons light brown sugar
4 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup raisins
Confectioners' sugar

Preheat oven to 350

Put the bread in a large bowl. Grease 9 by 13-inch casserole dish with tablespoon butter.

Combine heavy cream, milk, eggs, brown sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt, and raisins in a large bowl. Whisk. Pour over bread, stir. Sit at room temperature 30 to 45 minutes.
Transfer to casserole dish and bake until the center is set, 50 to 60 minutes.

Garnish with confectioners' sugar and serve warm with warm Whiskey Sauce.

Whiskey Sauce:

2 cups heavy cream
1/2 cup whole milk
1/2 cup granulated white sugar
2 tablespoons cornstarch
3/4 cup bourbon
Pinch salt
2 tablespoons unsalted butter

In saucepan over medium heat, combine cream, milk, and sugar. Whisk cornstarch and 1/4 cup of the bourbon in a small mixing bowl. Pour into cream mixture and bring to a boil. Once the sauce begins to boil, reduce heat to a simmer, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes. Remove sauce from heat, add salt, and stir in butter and remaining 1/2 cup of bourbon.

3. Benedictine

A dip/spread cretaed by Louisville's Benedict's restaurant for Derby time. Insanely good on BLT's.
1 large cucumber
8 oz cream cheese, softened
2 tablespoons grated onion
1/4 tsp salt
1 tablespoon mayonnaise

Pare, grate, and drain cucumber. Combine with remaining ingredients in food processor.

4. Corn Pudding

5 eggs
1/3 cup butter, melted
1/4 cup white sugar
1/2 cup milk
4 tablespoons cornstarch
1 can whole kernel corn
2 cans cream-style corn
Preheat oven to 400 Degrees F (200 degrees C). Grease a 2 quart casserole dish.

In a large bowl, lightly beat eggs. Add melted butter, sugar, and milk. Whisk in cornstarch. Stir in corn and creamed corn. Blend well. Pour mixture into prepared casserole dish.

Bake 1 hour.

5. Sorghum
A molassesy syrup; preferably made by the Amish.

Friday, November 5, 2010

How to Tell Fortunes With Dice

Ancient Roman Dice
Divination with dice is one of the oldest methods known and originally, readings were done with knucklebones, (the reason dies have 4 sides). Dice predictions are said to come true within 9 days.

Yes/No Questions (One die) An even number is yes, an odd number no.

Readings With Three Dice

Draw a circle. Throw three dice, one at a time; casting into the circle three times. The first cast represents the situation in general, the second career and finance, the third relationships. 

Meanings of dice that fall outside of the circle:

One die - difficulties. 
Two dice - arguments. 
Three dice - luck. 
Dice on the floor - problems, worries.
Dice landing on top of one another - important gifts. 

In each cast, the first die represents:

6 - Secrets, good and ill omens. 
5 - Determination, ambition. 
4 -Luck, joy.
3 - Messages, journies, searching. 
2 - Death, transformation.
1 - Complications, things aren't as they appear. 

The second die represents:

6 - The unexpected, change of direction, strangers. 
5 - Family, home. 
4 - Treachery, lies, arguments, death. 
3 - Love, passion. 
2 - Birth, new ideas.  
1 -Success, power.

The third die represents:

6 - Good luck with money and property. 
5 - Entertainment, celebration.   
4 - Opportunities, new doors opening, solutions to old problems. 
3 - Promotion, acomplishing things that are meaningful to you. 
2 - Rapid action, destruction, be more careful.  
1 - Think things through, lay low.

Casting then adding the sum of all three together:

3 - A happy surprise.
4 - Dissatisfaction.
5 - Getting what you want.
6- Obstacles, particularly in your career.
7 - Rumors, people getting in your way.
8 - Situations affected by people outside of them.
9 - Return of love.
10 - Beginnings. 
11 - Leaving someone you love. 
12 - Good news.
13 - Sad developments.
14- New friends, help from others. 
15 - Beware of false promises. 
16 - Travel. 
17 - A change in plans.
18 - Success.

How to make Hex Signs

How to Make Hex Signs

The origin of  the word 'Hex', to describe these often brightly painted signs is of disputed origin. Some claim it's root is the German "Hexe"/Dutch "Heks", which means witch. Some claim that it derived instead from the word "sechs", which means six. They are believed to have originated in the practice of painting runes on buildings in Europe. Hex signs also believed to be derived in part from Frakturs, documents used to keep track of family histories that were decorated with many symbols found in the signs today, like tulips and birds.

Hex signs adorned not only barns but birth certificates, gravestones, furniture, pottery and textiles.  Each design a sort of painted prayer, with the intent of bringing the ideas expressed in them from the spiritual into the physical realm. In general, they were thought to keep away bad spirits and brought good luck, particularly for crops and livestock. It was common practice to say a blessing over the Hex sign after it was painted.


Some Common Hex Designs:
Rosette: to keep away bad luck and evil.

Eight Pointed Star: goodwill.

Double Eagle: strength and courage.

Daddy Hex: double luck - an outer Rosette with 12 petals, smaller for added luck at difficult times.

Triple Star: good luck and happiness.

Tree of Life: love, happiness, God's abundance.

Daddy Hex

Some Symbols and Meanings in Hex Signs: 

Birds of Paradise - the deep beauty and profound wonder of life.

Circle - eternity.

Crescent Moon- the seasons.

Distelfink - luck, joy; 2 crossing one another, friendship; 2 double luck.

Doves - friendship, peace, joy

Eagle - strength, bravery, clarity 

Heart - love from God, the source of all love; lace around the heart represents marital love

Horse Head - (in a star) protection from lightening, protection of livestock

Maple Leaf - contentment

Oak Leaf - endurance

Pineapple - welcome

Raindrops - abundance, fertility

Scallops - ocean waves, smooth sailing 

Stars -in general good luck, hope, love, peace, energy, 4 points - bright days, 5 points - protection against fire and lightning, protection for animals, 8 points - (most often blue) good omens, light, protection.

Sun Wheel - fertility

Tulips- 3 represent the Trinity and faith, hope, charity; trust in both yourself and your fellow man

Wheat - abundance

Triple Star

Colors and Meanings

Black - protection, binding symbols together

Blue - protection, peace, spiritual strength

Brown - earth, friendship, strength; a brown ring, as above, represents the cycle of life

Green - success, ideas 

Orange - abundance in things that have been lacking

Red - passion, creativity

Violet - indicates things that are held sacred

White - purity, the moon

Yellow - health, connection to God

How to Tell Fortunes With Dice

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

More From Hoodoo & Lizzie Brown's Dodge City Gang, Outlaw J.J. Webb

Continuing to look at the wildest town in the wild west, Las Vegas, New Mexico, and the wildest bunch of outlaws the frontier ever saw, The Dodge City Gang...

The Dodge City Gang consisted of of men formerly from Dodge City including Justice of the Peace, "Hoodoo Brown"; City Marshal, Joe Carson, Deputy U. S. Marshal "Mysterious Dave" Mather, police officer John Joshua (J.J.) Webb, and a number of gunfighters and outlaws including "Dirty Dave" Rudabaugh, William P. "Slap Jack Bill" Nicholson, John "Bull Shit Jack" Pierce, Selim K. "Frank" Cady, Jordan L. Webb (no relation to J.J.), and a number of other hard cases. While Rudabaugh, Jordan Webb, Cady, Nicholson, Pierce, and the rest committed acts of thievery, Neill, Mather, Carson, and J.J. Webb, helped to cover the outlaws' tracks.

J. J. Webb was born on February 14, 1847, in Keokuk County, Iowa. For most of his adult life he was a lawman but for a while he was part of the Dodge City Gang. It proved to be his undoing.

Webb traveled west in 1871. He was a buffalo hunter and then a surveyor in Colorado. He drifted from Deadwood to Cheyenneto Dodge City. In September, 1877 he rode with Ford County Sheriff Charlie Bassett and Under-sheriff Bat Masterson to Lakin, Kansas in pursuit of Sam Bass and his gang who had recently robbed a Union Pacific train of $60,000 at Big Springs, Nebraska.
By January, 1878, Bat Masterson had been made the new Ford County Sheriff, and he deputized Webb along with two other men by the names Kinch Riley and Dave "Prairie Dog" Morrow, to help him track down six outlaws who had robbed the westbound train at Kinsley, Kansas, two days earlier, including "Dirty Dave" Rudabaugh.

They were caught within days. During the arrest, when Rudabaugh went for his gun, Webb stopped him and forced him to surrender. The other four accomplices were arrested later. Rudabaugh  informed on them. They were sent to prison, but Dirty Dave was soon released, drifting to New Mexico and returning to thievery once again.

In September of 1878, Cheyenne Chief Dull Knife and his band fled their reservation in Oklahoma for their home in the Black Hills. Exaggerated reports of killing and thievery committed by the Cheyenne on their journey began to be told in Dodge City. Most of the soldiers at nearby Fort Dodge were sent out to corral the Indians, leaving only about nineteen troops to protect the area. Dodge City citizens wired the governor requesting arms and ammunition.

The weapons got there and Webb and a few others to scout the area. The men soon brought back word that some 200 warriors were nearing and the rumors of their acts continued to grow. It was all smoke and mirrors, however, and things ultimately returned to normal.
Webb moved on to Las Vegas, New Mexico and found his friends from Dodge City there; "Doc" Holliday, "Mysterious Dave" Mather, Wyatt Earp, and his old nemisis, "Dirty" Dave Rudabaugh. Webb partnered with Doc Holliday in a saloon, where Doc spent most of his time gambling.
On July 19, 1879,  a former army scout, Mike Gordon, began yelling at one of a saloon girl he'd been involved with in the past. He'd tried to convince her to leave town with him and she'd said no. Gordon stormed out, shouting and cussing. Doc followed him outside and Gordon shot at him. Doc shot once. Gordon died the next day. Doc fled back to Dodge.
In 1880, Webb became Marshal of Las Vegas, joining the Dodge City Gang. For two years, the members of the Dodge City Gang robbed stage coaches and trains, rustled and were responsible for multiple murders and lynchings.

On March 2, 1880, the Dodge City Gang were responsible for the murder and robbery of a freighter named Mike Kelliher. The Ford County Globe of March 9, 1880, reprinted the report from Las Vegas Daily Optic:

"About four o'clock this morning, Michael Kelliher, in company with William Brickley and another man, entered Goodlet [a member of the Dodge City Gang] & Roberts' Saloon and called for drinks. Michael Kelliher appeared to be the leader of the party and he, in violation of the law, had a pistol on his person. This was noticed by the officers, who came through a rear door, and they requested that Kelliher lay aside his revolver.

"But he refused to do so, remarking, "I won't be disarmed – everything goes," immediately placing his hand on his pistol, no doubt intending to shoot. But officer Webb was too quick for him. The man was shot before he had time to use his weapon. He was shot three times–once in each breast and once in the head... Kelliher had $1,090 [$1,900] on his person when killed."

Webb was convicted of murder and sentenced to hang. On April 30th, Rudabaugh and a man named John Allen burst through the Sheriff's office to free him. The jail break was unsuccessful and Rudabaugh murdered jailer Antonio Lino in the attempt. Webb's sentence was appealed and commuted to life in prison.
It's been speculated that he was set up by Hoodoo and Dutchy, another member of the gang who left with Hoodoo soon after the incident. It's assumed the pair were motivated by both greed and a desire to get back at Webb for some undercover activities. Webb insisted at the time that he'd been given the impression that Kelliher wanted to kill him/it was a kill or be killed situation. The amount of money that Kelliher had on him had also been misrepresented to Webb, and Hoodoo made off with the bulk of it. The local press and townspeople seem to have had a hard time believing Webb guilty at the time.

After Dirty Dave’s conviction, he found himself in jail with Webb. Soon, the pair along with two other men tried unsuccessfully to shoot their way out of jail on September 19, 1881. One of them was killed.

Two months later, Webb and Rudabaugh, along with five others, chipped a stone out of the jail wall and escaped out of a 7"x19" hole. Rudabaugh and Webb raced to Texas and then to Mexico where Webb disappeared and Rudabaugh was later killed

Later, he returned to Kansas, where worked as a teamster under the name of Samuel King. Somewhere along the line he moved on to Winslow, Arkansas, where he worked for the railroad. In 1882 he died of smallpox.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Band Names

Friends suggested these and they were so hillarious I had to post them!

1.   The Loaded Guns
2.   Outlaw Samuel Clemens
3.   Redneck Sasquatch Patrol
4.   East of Dixie
5.   Hillbilly Pastafarians
6.   The Islama-Bads
7.   The Ramadan Noodles
8.   The HooDoobies
9.   The Bourbonites
10. The Crow Magnums
11. The Crow Holler Carnies
12. The Barn Burners
13. The Gypsybillies
14. The Lonesome Roads
15. Lonesome Liz and The I Don't Think Hank Done It This Ways or better yet....The Hank Probably Done It This Ways!
17. The Cryin' Crawdads
18. The Don't Give a Damns
19. Quicksand Mojo
20. The Mojo Rustlers

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Big Nose Kate, Doc Holiday's True Love

Wedding Photos, Doc Holiday and Big Nose Kate

Katie Elder, aka as Kate Fisher, Big Nose Kate, Nosey Kate, Mrs. John H. "Doc" Holliday, Kate Melvin, and Kate Cummings was born Mary Katharine Haroney in Hungary on November 7, 1850. She died in 1940, buried under the name Mary K. Cummings in Prescott Arizona.

She was born November 7, 1850 in Budapest, Hungary, the eldest daughter of a wealthy physician/aristocrat named Dr. Michael Haroney. Very well educated, she spoke several languages, including Hungarian, French, Spanish and English.

In 1862, Dr. Haroney left Hungary for Mexico to accept a position as personal surgeon to Emperor Maximilian of Mexico. When the government crumbled in 1865, Dr. Haroney took his family to Davenport, Iowa. When his wife died that March, the doctor in May of that same year, both of unknown causes. 14-year-old Kate and her younger siblings were placed in the home of their uncle, Gustav Susemihl, and in 1870, they were left in the care of an attorney, Otto Smith.

At 17, Kate stowed away on a steamboat to St. Louis, Missouri. The captain adopted her and sent her to a convent school in St. Louis. Kate claimed after that to have married a dentist named Silas Melvin and to have had a child with him, though no record survives of either. She said that both her husband and the baby died of fever.

By 1874, Kate had made her way to Dodge City, Kansas. She worked in a brothel run by Nellie Bessie Earp, James Earp's wife. Some historians speculate that she had a relationship with Wyatt at the time, but Kate denied it and, in fact denied knowing him, (impossible in a town that size!). The fact that she denied knowing him in a way supports that something had gone on at some point. 

Either way, by 1878 Kate had moved to Fort Griffin, Texas. There, through Wyatt, she met Doc Holliday. Doc once said that one of the reasons he had loved her was that she was his intellectual equal. She's said to have been as tough and stubborn as he was, with just as much of a temper.

By the time she met Doc, she was a hard drinking, gun slinging prostitute. The pair may or may not have been married at some point, (historians can't seem to agree on that). The deciding moment of their love affair seems to have been when she helped Doc escape from the law after he knifed and killed a man in a barroom brawl. She saved him from hanging by an angry mob. He must have made quite an impression on her.

The two registered in a rooming house in Dodge City Kansas the following year as Dr. and Mrs. John H. Holliday. They both gave up their lawlessness for a while, but he ultimately returned to gambling and she to prostitution. They're said to have had terrible fights, and finally, one was so bad that he left her in Dodge City and went to Colorado then to Las Vegas, New Mexico.

Doc returned to Dodge City after a gunfight went bad in Las Vegas but found both Kate and Wyatt Earp, who had also been there, were gone. He heard that Wyatt was headed to Tombstone so decided to follow him there. Kate was on her way to Tombstone too and the two ran into one another in Prescott, Arizona. They arrived in Tombstone together. However, there, Kate and Doc got into another argument. She reportedly became drunk and abusive, so Doc threw her out.

A few days before the incident, four masked men attempted a hold up on a stagecoach near Contention and in the attempt, killed the stage driver and a passenger. The Cowboy faction of Tombstone immediately seized upon the opportunity to accuse Doc Holliday of being one of the holdup men. The sheriff who was investigating found Kate drunk and berating Doc for throwing her out. He gave her even more whiskey and talked her into signing an affidavit that Doc had been one of the men who killed the stagecoach driver.

Kate sobered up and the Earps rounded up witnesses who could verify Doc's whereabouts on the night in question. Realizing what she'd done, Kate repudiated her statement and the charges were thrown out. But Doc was over it. He gave her some money and put her on a stage out of town. The two reconcilled, however, and seem to have continued an on-again off-again relationship until Holiday's death.

Wyatt told a colorful tale of how Kate got Doc out of trouble in Fort Griffin: Doc was dealing cards to a difficult man named Ed Bailey, who was used to getting his way and not being questioned. Bailey was unimpressed with Doc’s reputation and was trying to irritate him by picking up the discards and looking at them. (Looking at the discards was strictly prohibited by the rules of Western Poker to the degree that doing it was understood to forfit the pot.)

Holliday warned Bailey twice, but Bailey ignored him and picked up the discards again. Doc raked in the pot without showing his hand, or saying a word. Bailey immediately brought out his pistol from under the table, but before the man could pull the trigger, Doc slashed the man across the stomach with a knife. Bailey lay sprawled across the table, blood and guts spilling across the floor.

Doc didn't run because he'd acted in self defense. He was arrested but imprisoned in a local hotel room because there was no jail in town. A vigilante group formed to seek revenge. Knowing that the mob would quickly overtake the local lawmen, Kate devised a plan to free Holliday. She set fire to an old shed, which started to burn rapidly, threatening to take the entire town.

While everyone was busy fighting the fire, Kate, a pistol in each hand, confronted the officer guarding Holliday, disarmed him, and she and Doc escaped. They headed to Dodge City, Kansas on stolen horses the next morning, registering at Deacon Cox’s Boarding House as Dr. and Mrs. J. H. Holliday. Sources say that Doc was so happy about all of this that he gave up gambling for a while and returned to being a dentist. Kate gave up saloons and prostitution. But neither lasted long in 'normal' life.

They spent the next few years together going to Dodge City, Kansas, Deadwood, South Dakota, Las Vegas, New Mexico Territory, and Prescott, Arizona Territory. Their relationship was allegedly turbulent and sporadic.

Kate rented a boarding house to miners in Globe, Arizona Territory. In 1880, she may have run the Grand Hotel in Tombstone, (or it may have been run by another Tombstone prostitute named Rowdy Kate, who she's often confused with). Doc Holliday, had a great run playing faro and poker in Tucson and joined her in Tombstone later that year.

Kate went back to live in Globe, and in 1887, she traveled to Glenwood Springs, Colorado to see Holliday before he died. He also spent some time in a cabin owned by one of her brothers near Glenwood Springs, when he was ill but he ultimately went into town to die. Kate went with him. Since Holliday is known to have been destitute by this time and it's probable that Kate helped support in his final months.

After Holliday's death, Kate married a blacksmith named George Cummings in Colorado. They moved to Bisbee, Arizona, where she briefly ran a bakery. After returning to Willcox, Arizona, Cummings became an abusive alcoholic and they separated. She worked at the Cochise Hotel, where no one was aware of her real identity. Cummings committed suicide in Courtland, Arizona, in 1915 and Kate then lived with a homestead miner in Dos Cabezas, Arizona, until his death in 1930. She does not appear to have received very much in his will.

Using the name Cummings, Kate, increasingly frail, applied to the Arizona Pioneers Home, a state establishment in Prescott for elderly and destitute Arizona residents from frontier days. Though a lifelong friend of the Governor at the time, who helped her become one of the first residents of the home, it took six months to place her there because she had never become a U.S. citizen. She became an outspoken advocate of residents rights and helped others while there, writing many letters to the Arizona state legislature, and when she was not satisfied contacting the governor.

When she was 89 she wrote a letter to her niece revealing that she was with Doc in his room in Fly's Boarding house, next to the O.K. Corral, and that she actually witnessed the shootout.

"In Kate's story, on the day of the gunfight, a man entered Fly's boarding house with a bandaged head and a rifle. He was looking for Holliday, who was still in bed after a night of gambling during which he'd had one argument with Ike Clanton that had been stopped by onlookers. The man was turned away by Mrs. Fly. He was probably Ike Clanton, although how Clanton's head had come to be bandaged is unknown.

"Clanton was known to have headaches, and perhaps he had been treated for that even before Virgil Earp hit him over the head and removed his weapons a short time later. In any case, Clanton's actually entering Holliday's rooming-house with a rifle would have given Holliday and the Earps all the reason they needed to believe that a gunfight between Holliday and the cowboys was inevitable.

"While Clanton was being disarmed, arrested, and taken before a judge, Kate claims that Holliday put on his clothes and went up to see the Earps. They had gathered at the corner of 5th Street and Allen, where they could keep an eye on the courtroom to the South, the O.K. Corral a block west, and the various cowboys who were believed to be coming and going from out of town.

"Eventually, the Earps and Holliday walked down Fremont Street to confront the cowboys in the vacant lot West of Fly's (and Holliday's) boarding house. Kate would have been able to see the fight, just feet away, from her window overlooking the vacant lot. In Kate's version of the gunfight, Holliday had a problem with this "rifle" after the shooting started. He threw it to the ground and drew his pistol. This report fits with what is known of the events, although what Holliday actually threw down would have been his double-barrelled short shotgun (the gun he had emptied when killing Tom McLaury)."

After the fight, Kate said that Doc Holliday went back to his room, sat on the edge of the bed and wept from the shock of what had just happened. "That was awful," Kate claims he said. "Just awful." Kate stayed at the Arizona Pioneers' Home until her death on November 2, 1940, five days before her 90th birthday.

Kate said of life: "Part is funny and part is sad, but such is life any way you take it."

Top 10 Things Lonesome Liz Has Encountered in the Land of the Outlaw Amish

1. Conversations with Non-Outlaw Amish.
2. A boy galloping by on a horse.
3. Cowboys herding cattle on horses with lassos.
4. An undiscovered Adena mound.
5. Steps to a stone age structure in a ravine with curious caves and a stream you can still drink out of.
6. Hoodoo blue.
7. Coyotes who come very close but don't threaten.
8. A double barrel shotgun to fire.
9. A tortise shell.
10. The fearsome mountain lion.

What these and other animals mean in Native American lore at The Conjure Woman's Corner

Thursday, October 14, 2010

My Interview at

More Things Found in Lonesome Liz's Travel Bags

1. A magic wand she made.
2. Neolithic sculpture from a cave near a burial mound.
3. Curious pendulum full of fossils.
4. Kara Clark's CD.
5. The Golden Tarot
6. Ticket to Nashville.
7. Lovely stones.
8. Bob Dylan ticket.
9. Michael O'Neill's CD.
10. Travis Louie's Curiosities.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Cowboy Sayings

Don't judge people by their relatives.

The best way out of a difficulty is through it.

A gun is as good or as bad as the man using it.

When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

Talk slowly, think quickly.

We all got pieces of crazy in us, some bigger pieces than others.

Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Don’t go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path. . . and leave a trail.
Don't interfere with something that ain't botherin' you none.
Speak your mind, but ride a fast horse.
If ya don’t know a where’s you’re a goin, it’d be a good idea not to use yer spurs.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
Whoever said a horse was dumb, was dumb.
The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with watches you shave his face in the mirror every morning.
When you give a personal lesson in meanness to a critter or to a person, don't be surprised if they learn their lesson.
If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.

Don't worry about bitin' off more'n you can chew; your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger'n you think.

Generally, you ain't learnin' nothing when your mouth's a-jawin'.

Tellin' a man to git lost and makin' himdo it are two entirely different propositions.

If you're ridin' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there with ya.

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.
If you’re riding a high horse there’s no way to get down gracefully.
When you're throwin' your weight around, be ready to have it thrown around by somebody else.

Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back.

Never miss a good chance to shut up.

Black Bart - Outlaw Poet

Left at the scene of a stagecoach robbery, August 3, 1877:

"I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tred,
You fine-haired sons of bitches."

- Black Bart, 1877

Left at the scene of a stagecoach robbery, July 25, 1878:

"Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow,
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow.
Let come what will, I'll try it on,
My condition can't be worse;
And if there's money in that box
'Tis munny in my purse."
- Black Bart Po8

Black Bart, (Charles Earl Boles), was born in 1829 and was last seen on February 28, 1888. An Englishman by birth, his family emigrated to New York when he was two and by 1849 he and a cousin joined a California Gold Rush. Though he married soon after and raised a family of four in Illinois, he was to become one of the most notorious stagecoach robbers of the 1870s and 1880s. After service in the Civil War he had an incident with Wells, Fargo employees, around August, 1871. A letter swearing vengance on them was the last his wife heard of him. He became an outlaw and was soon as well known for his daring image and poetry as for his daring robberies.

He robbed his first stage in July, 1875. Victims described him as unusually polite and well-mannered. They said his voice was deep and resonant and that he asked that the driver, "Please throw down the box." In future robberies, it was noted that he was always considerate and didn't curse and that he disguised himself, covering his body with sacks and linen.

Boles based his persona on a dime western serial character, Black Bart. Black Bart dressed, of course, in black and had wild black hair and an unruly beard. He robbed Wells Fargo stagecoaches, striking terror in the hearts of all who encountered him. Boles said later that the idea of assuming the name came to him after writing his first poem and once signed, the persona was assigned to him from that point forward.

As Black Bart, he successfully robbed stagecoaches across Northern California. He was shot in a robbery in 1883 and fled the scene. He left his glasses and a handkerchief behind, among other personal items. Keeping $500 in gold coins, he buried his shotgun in a hollow tree. The stage driver in this last robbery, Reason McConnell, wrote a manuscript detailing his version of the events 20 years later.

The Wells Fargo Detective who investigated the robbery, James B. Hume was said to have looked enough like Boles to be his twin. He tracked him down by the laundry mark on the handkerchief he'd left behind at the scene. At first, Boles denied that he was the notorious outlaw but eventually admitted to the robberies committed before 1879, it is speculated because he thought the statute of limitations had run out on these. He gave a false name when booked, but police found his real identity in a Bible among his possessions.

"The police report following his arrest stated that Black Bart was "a person of great endurance. Exhibited genuine wit under most trying circumstances, and was extremely proper and polite in behavior. Eschews profanity."

Wells Fargo only pressed charges against Boles for his last robbery. In 1888, after 4 years in San Quinten, when he was released for good behavior, it's said that his health had visably deteriorated. When reporters asked if he was going to rob any more stage coaches he replied, "No, gentlemen, I'm through with crime." When another asked if he planned on writing any more poetry. He laughed, "Now, didn't you hear me say that I am through with crime?

He never returned to his wife, Mary but did write to her once released from prison. In his letter, he said that he was tired of having Wells Fargo on his trail, that he felt demoralized and that he just wanted to get away from everybody. In February, 1888, Black Bart vanished.

A man believed to be a copycat thief robbed a Wells Fargo stage a few months later. He left a poem that read:

"So here I've stood while wind and rain
Have set the trees a-sobbin,'
And risked my life for that damned box,
That wasn't worth the robbin."

Rumor had it that Wells Fargo then paid Black Bart to keep away from their coaches, but the rumors were, of course, denied.

What became of him was never known. Some said he died quietly in New York City. Others said he'd gone off to seek his fortune in Montana or Nevada. In the summer of 1888 an unidentified stagecoach robber some believe to have been Black Bart was killed near Virginia City, Nevada. It is surprising that he wasn't identified, however, if that was indeed who he was.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Quotes in the Spirit of James Dean

"If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man." - James Dean

"Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars." - Jack Kerouac
"I became the unnatural son of a few score of beaten men." - Neal Cassady
"Actors die so loud." - Henry Miller

"Here's to the crazy ones. the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers. the round pegs in the square holes, the ones who see things differently. They're not fond of the rules and have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. because they change things, they push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."  — Jack Kerouac

"I mean, I think we're put here on earth to make your own destiny, to begin with. I don't think there's anything you can do this way or that way to change anything."  - Waylon Jennings

"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness." - Allen Ginsberg

"Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels."  - Allen Ginsberg

"A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

"In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles." - Charlie Chaplin

"Life has got a habit of not standing hitched. You got to ride it like you find it. You got to change with it. If a day goes by that don't change some of your old notions for new ones, that is just about like trying to milk a dead cow."  - Woody Guthrie

"All right, then, I'll go to hell." - Mark Twain
"Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest." - Mark Twain

"Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain." - Mark Twain

"Chaos is the score upon which reality is written." - Henry Miller

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Lonesome Liz & Kara Clark's Top Ten Things an Outlaw Will Always Have

Kara Clark, Outlaw

1. Smokes.

2.  A gun.

3. A habit, (varies from outlaw to outlaw, but we all smoke).

4. A foul mouth, (that we suspend for radio).

5. An opinion.

6. A mostly black wardrobe they didn't collect on purpose.

7. Scars.

8. A heart of gold.

9. A record.

10. Alcohol.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Lonesome Liz & Kara Clark's Top Ten Things an Outlaw Will Not Have

1. Money.

2. A valid driver's license.

3. Hand sanitizer, (our hands ain't clean! Don't you know we got blood on 'em?!)

4. Tampons.

5. A clean room.

6. A clean conscience.

7. A lighter.

8. A timid laugh.

9. An absence of tears.

10. A fanny pack.

Old West Outlaws: Lizzie "Hoodoo" Brown

 The Dodge City Gang

Mrs. Elizabeth "Lizzie" Hoodoo Brown, a widow living in Leadville, Colorado in the 1880s, was known for practicing the 'black arts'. In fact, it was often said that bad luck and death followed her wherever she went. Her husband, Hoodoo Brown, was a gambler like the man who ran the Dodge City Gang but it isn't certain that he was the notorious outlaw.

The pair travelled, gambling, conning and likely robbing to support themselves. During a high stakes poker game one night in Buena Vista, an argument erupted that Hoodoo and another gambler, "Curly" Frank, decided to settle with their six-shooters. Both were mortally wounded. They were, certainly unhappily, buried in the same grave.

Elizabeth returned to Leadville, where she worked as a prostitute and conjure woman. She's said to have drank heavily and to have been most unpleasant when she did.

“There was a time in the history of Leadville when Mrs. Brown was one of the reigning belles of Leadville’s Tenderloin District,” a Leadville paper reads. “Lizzie wore as fine dresses and big sparklers as any dame of the row.”

By 1885 rumors that she was in league with the Devil were rampant and she was accused of wrecking havoc with her witchcraft on more than one occasion. One
man went so far as to chop her black cat in half to break a spell. It's said that was the only time one of her spells was broken.

She lived in Leadville until her death in 1901 and was buried in an umarked grave in St. Joseph's cemetary.

For more: “Mining, Mayhem and Other Carbonate Excitements—Tales From a Silver Camp Called Leadville.” by Roger Pretti

Old West Outlaws: Hoodoo Brown

The Dodge City Gang

Hoodoo Brown was a man from Missouri named Hyman Neill who had left home on a frieght train as a teenager. He led an adventureous life and was among other things, a buffalo hunter, gambler, con-artist and conjure-man.

Following what seems to have been a mostly good time running an opera company in Mexico with a friend, he drifted to the town of Las Vegas, New Mexico. He soon ruled the place, already notorious as the most lawless in the West. By 1879, by means natural and/or supernatural but none of them honest, Hoodoo was Justice of the Peace, Mayor and Coroner of the place.

He recruited the baddest of the bad and soon commanded a formidable band of outlaws who enforced law and committed crimes as they saw fit. The group, known as the Dodge City Gang, included men with some of the most colorful names in the West like "Mysterious Dave Mather" and "Dirty Dave" Rudebaugh. Acting as Hoodoo's Coroner’s Jury, they decided which murders, including ones they committed, were homicide and which self-defense. Rudebaugh later rode with Billy the Kid and is said to have been the only man he ever feared. Other gang member, Joshua Webb, owned a saloon with Doc Holiday at one time and rode with Bat Masterson.

They were obviously and rampantly corrupt. Not only that, but at least one of them turned to the 'black arts' when the broad range of other methods at his disposal failed. Hoodoo's trickery must have been fairly successful and fairly frequent, considering his nickname.

Ultimately, the gang was run out of town. Hoodoo left for Houston but was arrested and jailed upon arrival for the robbery and killing of a Vegas deputy. The deputy's widow came to see him soon after his arrest. "The meeting between the pair is said to have been affecting in the extreme, and rather more affectionate than would be expected under the circumstances." (Parsons Sun)

Another newspaper, the Parsons Eclipse, added "The offense committed at Las Vegas, as near as we can gather the facts relating to it, was murder and robbery, and the circumstances connected with the arrest here would indicate that the lesser crime of seduction and adultery was connected with it."

Hoodoo hired two local attorneys and was released. The Chicago Times soon reported, that Brown and the widow who had visited him "have been skylarking through some of the interior towns of Kansas ever since."

Descendants say the pair had one son and moved to Torreon, Mexico. When he died, relatives brought his son and his body back to Missouri.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Window to the Wild West: The Shooting of Curly Bill, from 'The Star', May 26, 1881

Curly Bill Brocius

The Star, CURLY BILL, May 26, 1881

The Noted Desperado, Gets it in the Neck at Galeyville

The notorious Curly Bill, the man who murdered Marshal White at Tombstone last fall and who has been concerned in several other desperate and lawless affrays in South Eastern Arizona, has at last been brought to grief and there is likely to be a vacancy in the ranks of out border desperados. The affair occurred at Galeyville Thursday. A party of 8 or 9 cowboys, Curly Bill and his partner Jim Wallace among the number, were enjoying themselves in their usual manner, when deputy Sheriff Breakenridge of Tombstone, who was at Galeyville on business, happened along.

Wallace made some insulting remark to the deputy at the same time flourishing his revolver in an aggressive manner. Breakenridge did not pay much attention to this "break" of Wallace but quietly turned around and left the party. Shortly after this, Curly Bill, who it would seem had a friendly feeling for Breakenridge, insisted that Wallace should go and find him and apologize for the insult given. This Wallace was induced to do after finding Breakenridge he made the apology and the latter accompanied him back to the saloon where the cowboys were drinking.

By this time Curly Bill who had drank just enough to make him quarrelsome, was in one of his most dangerous moods and evidently desirous of increasing his record as a man killer. He commenced to abuse Wallace, who, by the way, had some pretensions himself as a desperado and bad man generally and finally said, "You d-d Lincoln county s-of a b---, I'll kill you anyhow." Wallace immediately went outside the door of the saloon, Curly Bill following close behind him. Just as the latter stepped outside, Wallace, who had meanwhile drawn his revolver, fired, the ball entering penetrating the left side of Curly Bill's neck and passing through, came out the right cheek, not breaking the jawbone. A scene of the wildest excitement ensued in the town.

The other members of the cowboy party surrounded Wallace and threats of lynching him were made. The law abiding citizens were in doubt what course to pursue. They did not wish any more blood shed but were in favor of allowing the lawless element to "have it out" among themselves. But Deputy Breakenridge decided to arrest Wallace, which he succeeded in doing without meeting any resistance. The prisoner was taken before Justice Ellinwood and after examination into the facts of the shooting he was discharged.

The wounded and apparently dying desperado was taken into an adjoining building, and a doctor summoned to dress his wounds. After examining the course of the bullet, the doctor pronounced the wound dangerous but not necessarily fatal, the chances for and against recovery being about equal. Wallace and Curly Bill have been Partners and fast friends for the past 4 or 6 months and so far is known, there was no cause for the quarrel, it being simply a drunken brawl.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Even More of Eric Hahn's Five Things

Pick Five Kama Sutra positions that don't sound all that appealing.


1. Crouching pervert, hidden camera. 

2. The Pressed for Time.

3.  The dry heave-ho.

4. You mean theres more than one? F me.

5. The Imaginary Friend.




Pick Five cut-rate superheroes.


1. Above-Average Man.

2. Try Really Hard Man.

3. The Greek hero Mediocrates, (the Romans called him Ordinarius).

4. The Moral Supporter.

5. The Participant.


1. The Incredible Bulk.

2. I'll Get Around to it Guy.

3. The One-Hit Wonder.

4. Flash in the Pan.

5. The B Team


1. The No Justice League

2. Can't Read Directions Girl

3. The Cringer

4. WomBatman

5. Lowest Common Denomenator


Pick Five ways to express your displeasure with the waitstaff.


1. Shout drink names at them no matter what they ask you.

2. Stay in your seat until all other customers have left. Tap your fork loudly on you glass at infrequent and slightly irregular intervals. While doing this, stare at one of the waiters. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

(actually done by a regular Cohen ho...use customer we called "psycho killer.")


 3. "Fire" your waiter and replace him yourself, marching into the kitchen and serving your table as well as others in his section.

4. Spell out your order o-n-e w-o-r-d a-t a t-i-m-e.

5. Go all Jackson Pollack on the tablecloth with the condiments.


Pick Five things your garbage man isn't expecting to see in your can.


1. 30 gallons of water and a squid.

2. A hole in space-time.

3. Pop up snake in a can thing, only garbage can size.

4. My neighbors. The building is really quiet now.

5. A doorway to another universe; dark and full of unimaginable horrors.


Pick five things you don't want popping out of your birthday cake.


1. Those springy fake snake things.

2. Weasels that eat my flesh.

3. A subpoena.

4. Ethel Merman.

5. Richard Simmons.


Pick five expressions nobody uses anymore.


1. Don't worry, we'll train you.

2. Let's go to Blockbuster and get that Mel Gibson movie.

3. Obama will save us!

4. You can't do that on television.

5. What's good for U.S. Steel is good for America.



Monday, August 30, 2010

13 Curiosities from Lonesome Liz's Travel Bags

1. Green Buddha from a friend's trip to an Ashram
2. Brochure from an Appalachian Honey farm.
3. Info from the Confederate Memorial Chapel.
4. Tibetan Singing Bowl and Tsing Tang
5. Wooden Tibetan Flute
5. Vampire Tarot by Robert Place
6. Brochure from visit to newly remodeled VMFA
7. Lone hippie hoop earing.
8. Menu featuring frog soup and other strange delicacies from a restaurant in Chinatown
9. Chinese rooster & dog figures from curious Chinese icon and cigarette store.
10. Katelan Foisy's new book.
11. Travis Louie's new book.
12. Enough Metro cards to make a small collage.
13. Acorns from Prospect Park.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Southern Gothic Perception Goes North... More Lonesome Liz in NYC

The day after our rain-soaked journey to Trump World Tower, Katelan Foisy and I traveled to Brooklyn, where her friends, writers with the Numu Arts Collective, (check out their main site here.) were having a one year anniversary party at the Knitting Factory. There were hats! Cake! Rather profound poets! Along with comedians and musicians; in fact, one of the most unforgettable hi-lights was a truly hilarious stand-up performance by the host of Poets were accompanied by the incredibly talented French-Tunisian saxaphonist Yacine Boulares, a Sorbonne graduate in Philosophy.

The whole thing brought back memories of the group of poets I performed with in Chicago wayyyyyy back in the olden days, when Slam was just starting at the Green Mill. It was nothing like it is now, for better or worse - and, in fact, was a lot like this collective. Poets in clubs was a novel concept at the time and we would perform in places similar to the Knitting Factory, with bands also on the bill. There was even a Subway tour - which I'd totally forgotten about until once again on a Subway. You can read some of my Chicago and other early poetry here or, better and more recent poetry turned Lorca-esque play here.

The next day, it was time to journey to the outskirts of NY to visit Katelan's Santeria family. Her Godfather, author Ochani Lele, was in town and I was going to interview them both for Fine Art Magazine's new video live-stream, Ghost Studios.

Unfortunately, no matter how we tried, we couldn't get the connection right and had to postpone the interview, (there I am on the left working on doing just that). But I had a wonderful time nonetheless. I met as many talented and creative people there as I had the night before at the Knitting Factory. The religious art installation you see some of in the photo left was created by one of the practitioners in a matter of hours - dizzying when you consider the detail. I'll see if better photos can be found -- it was made up of at least a dozen individual mixed-media pieces, each with religious significance. They truly rivaled anything I've seen in Afro-Cuban museum collections.

After some amount of interview frustration, (Ochani has a new book out, the first ever to record the mythos of Santeria and we had really hoped to discuss it. You can read more about it in my spirituality blog.) I finally gave in to a game of dominoes with 2 of the younger boys, (which I was later told was quite a distinction, that women don't usually play and that the game is taken very, very seriously in Puerto Rico, where most of the attendees were from). After winning without drawing once twice in a row, to the astonishment of my opponents and my own, I quit while I was ahead. We spent the night with Katelan's Godmother and her wonderful family, where I was shown more beautiful, truly sculptural/installation-like arrangements that are a routine part of this unique and extremely ancient tradition. She, like the young man who created the throne in the photo, is a truly gifted visual artist with a unique and vast outlet for it's expression.

Next up... Warhol and Robert Mars in Soho, more from Brooklyn and more time than I wanted to spend in Chinatown...