Shoot Up the Town; or, The Establishing Six-Gun Shot

Cowboys have it good. Women swoon in close proximity to them. Gay men do, too. Boot fetishists want to lick their boot soles. Everything about them is beloved, from the ching of their spurs to their slang.

But the real-life historical cowboy wasn’t so lovable. He could be a roughneck, a gangbanger, a kind of ride-into-town-get-drunk . . . → Read More: Shoot Up the Town; or, The Establishing Six-Gun Shot

The Truth of Memory; or, Cisco Kid + Telecaster = Heaven

Remember the whiz-bang shoot-‘em-ups of Saturday afternoons of yesteryear?
I don’t (having been weaned on monster movies and Tarzan flicks, which I watched with my sister during those rare moments when we weren’t pulling each other’s hair). But somehow the ¬†flickering, galloping images from oaters are in me. (Perhaps they are inculcated by a potent combo of . . . → Read More: The Truth of Memory; or, Cisco Kid + Telecaster = Heaven