The year was 1970. The occasion was the annual Phoenix Home and Garden Show. The opportunity was to open my great grandfather J.E. Thompson’s 46-year-old Rancho Joaquina estate for public viewing. The problem: It was a mess, inside and out. In stepped the local chapter of the American Institute of Interior Designers, along with The […]
I note in the book of yarns that you may want to hold them until you write a book and then use them. It may be that you will want to bring me into your book. I have no objections. If that is the case you may want a short outline of my life. Here goes.
At the end of 1906 I went to N.Y. to be a big shot on Wall Street and found that to be a big shot I had to have a butler. So I got one.
I was free to run around City hall where I met an “expug” who was City Jailer. He taught me to punch bag and the manly art of self-defense.
Having a lot of time on my hands, am writing you a lot of old time experiences. This is about a near killing of your Uncle Bill.
Dear Bill: The old red blood count has not gone up yet so still have to stay in bed so another laugh for you if you can find it. Your Uncle Will [William Boyce Thompson] and I put on our skis at the old Boulder Chief mine to go to the Basin to spend Xmas […]