I ran into a friend of mine who — for some reason, today only — looked exactly look Kurt Russell. The only word I could think of to describe the encounter was “eerie”.

It’s not really eerie to look like Kurt Russell, is it? I mean, he’s an accomplished actor. Used Cars? Escape From New York? Big Trouble in Little China? Backdraft? Stargate? STARGATE!

Sand, Surf, Cervazas. The Tower of Power. The end of Chemo for Stano. Filletes de empanizado. No tiempo de email. Only hammock time.

A friend of mine died this weekend. About 9 months ago or so he’d been diagnosed with stomach cancer. He’d opted out of treatment.

The last time I saw him, he had an eerie calm about him.

James was about the first person I met in Park City. He told me big stories about his past, some hair-raising tales about his time in the military, central America, scary covert stuff.

I never really knew how much to believe. One alcohol-soaked night, we were debating some obscure point. James reached out and in a flash clocked me in the chest. His stories may have been half truth and half bullshit, but I stumbled out of the No Name that night gasping for air.

Rock on, James.

Sarah just got back from Veracruz. I’m so jealous. I really need to get back down there, even if I can’t pronounce Jalcomulco.

Here’s a glimpse into the gnar…I’m guessing this is the Pescados? I remember doing the Actopon, Filobobos, Pescados, etc…

DJSparkySpark, star of stage, screen, and print, making productive use of the hardware at the Apple Store, the Plaza, Kansas City, MO.

DW