Monday, June 1, 2026

Pez Outlaw, Chuckwagon Dreams #pezoutlaw





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It's My Story.

In 1959 I was a very young 8 years old.

Friday night was a very big night.
Dad got paid n brought home groceries.
It was hamburger night.
Huckleberry Hound n Roy Rogers were on TV.
So Fridays were pretty big nights.

Oh yeah n on Friday nights my 4 brothers n I got our allowance of 25cents each.
You might think that 25 cents isn't very much but actually to our thrifty young minds it was a windfall.
On Saturday morning before cartoons we'd walk down to Pete's store n buy our cartoon watching supplies.
I'd usually buy a 16 ounce Nehi, grape, strawberry or orange for 12 or13 cents depending on my mood.
For another dime I'd get a big bag of BBQ potato chips.
With my final few pennies I'd buy grape gumballs at a penny each.

Interesting sidebar about potato chips in 1959. 
Potato chips were a bigger thing in 1959 central Michigan than you might think today.
Distribution chains n supermarket chains just did not exist yet.
I know this because I had an Uncle that distributed Potato chips to the little community stores like Pete's out of a very small warehouse.
My uncle unloaded the semi into his glorified shed then drove the chips around case by case.

Same thing went for Pizza.
Cassanova's was the only restaurant in a 3 mile area that sold Pizza.
Fast Food really didn't exist in 1959.
The way we had pizza was a Chef Boyardee Pizza mix.
You made the dough, then covered it w/pepperoni sauce n sprinkle cheese.

Guy on ebay has Chef Boy R D {to lazy to look up right spelling} boxed Pizza Mix 4sale n says its 1940s. That ain't right. Pizza was a BIG Deal in late 50s n early 60s.
We used to buy n make that pizza when it came out n i remember it being more like 1960?

Our cartoon watching supplies in hand, my brothers n I would head back home for our morning of feasting n visual delight.
Cartoons n Westerns till noon before mom turned us out on the world.
Nobody had to watch us because we watched each other.
We tore all over on our used bikes, without a care in the world.

Fessing up, my brothers n I were like a barely trained pack of dogs.
I remember feeling that my grandparents seemed happier to see the Woodcock grandchildren than the Glew boys.
Small wonder, we were loud, we fought a lot, we argued about everything n there were 5 of us.
While i'm being honest I was probably the worst.
I fought, I was opinionated, nobody could tell me anything, I had to learn it for myself.
So of course grandpa n grandma enjoyed the well mannered Woodcocks more.
My brothers n I were true children of the 50s, Ruff n Reddy to go. 
Ruff n Reddy was one of our cartoons.

The problem was that there were 5 of us boys n to make matters worse, one of them was me.
That I did not end up dead or in jail is all due to the fact that I met Kathryn Ann.
She alone is the patient Angel sent by God to save me.
Ruff n Reddy
N Don't You Forget IT!
 Quick Draw McGraw as El Kabong
Had to include El Kabong. 
Especially when Kathy had forgotten who he was.
You know, El Kabong?

N how do you forget Wally Gator?

My First cartoon show n the one that started my love of cartoons was Huckleberry Hound.
Huckleberry Hounds Circus in black n white.
We didn't see color TV till the mid 1960s.

Sufferin Succotash!
Last but not least Snagglepuss.
I have to admit though I didn't realize Snagglepuss was pink, Black n White TV you know

Another one of my brothers m my charms for innocent bystanders was.
We didn't just watch TV, we relived our favorite TV adventures in real world. 
Running around shooting each other, screaming to mom, "He won't take his deads".
Television was new when we were children n we embraced it with both arms.
Our TV preferences were shoot em ups n cartoons.

Imagine being a parent n the fight you must settle is why one of your children won't take his deads when shot by another of your children.
All I can think now is that I wish I'd taken more time to enjoy how wonderful those days actually were.
I wish I could go back n relive them. 
I could say I'd bring wisdom back with me.
Hell No, I just wanna go back n play again, my brothers n I had fun, I wanna do that again.

If you don't buy a young boy toy guns to play with on moral grounds, he will just use a stick n call it a gun.
Little boys like to play with toy guns, efforts to stop it are just fighting the current.
Kids play n parents think to much.

I have no idea why but one year on my Birthday Mom bought all five of us boys toy six-guns.
Because it was my Birthday I got to pick first.
I chose the Roy Rogers 2 holster with 2 guns.
I think though my older brother Virgil pulled one on me cause he picked next n got a really cool single swivel holster.
That thing was a beauty, all brown leather no do das.
A really wide belt n lace down.
Thinking back I now know n realize that swivel holster was the best gun set.
Yeah Virgil had snookered me again.

There is a downside though.
That belt to Virgil's cool six-gun hung around longer than the rest.
That belt went on to become the spanking belt.
Before you get all weird, in the 1950's boys got spanked, it's just the way it was.
That belt did disappear after a bit though, what I'd get spanked for doin it.
I did stuff like that, consequences be damned. 

I started a search for a picture of that gun n holster set of Virgil's, as with all interweb searches I ended up God Knows Where.
Voila Jon's Country Burger, Kathy's first job at 14 years old.
Kathy's first jof as a car hop in 1965 or 66.
Unlike Kathy I had a lot of first jobs n got fired from all of them.
Once for a catsup fight that destroyed the Burger King kitchen. 
I got fired from almost every job I had before I met Kathy, including high school n the Marine Corps.

I was destined to meet Kathy.
My dad used to haul trash for a neighbor of hers when I was young.
A friend of mine dated her when I was 15 n 16.
We just kept crossing paths till it took. 

Yes dad used to haul trash beside working in the shop, 5 boys eat a lot.
Trash was 50cents for a 55 gallon barrel in late 1950s, I used to ride along sometimes.
The dump was a really cool place when I was a kid, people threw away all kinds of good stuff. 

Break New Subject or same one if you're me.

OK interweb. search got me nothing. What TV character said "Curses I tell Ya"?
Anybody who wants to play.

Kathy n I both use it a lot.
I know it came from somewhere in our TV upbringing. 

Unlike today when TV is rationed to children.
With Kathy n I, we were raised by TV.
TV was our babysitter.
Just between us I have no shame or problem with this fact.

Not many people know but TV was ready to go just before WW2.
But because of World War 2 it got pushed off till approx 1947.
I was born in 1951 to the wonders of television, I could not get enough of it.

Personally, I like TV still.
I listen to TV News from 11am til 2pm.
After chores I watch TV from 8pm til 2am.
I enjoy TV n have no shame about it.

A couple years ago I watched every episode of Matlock.
I wanted to see what Kathy's Dad's generation was fixated on or Why.
Right now I'm watching every episode of Murder she Wrote, again to see the why of it n the charm.

TV can be like time travel in this regard. 
How it was done say in 1985.
The tempo, casting n visuals of contemporary programing.
Here's an example, there was way more diversity of casting in the 1970s n 80s than now.
Not to mention fashion, cars, architecture n technology (no cell phones).
I also like to watch the character progression, which is why the first episode n season are a particular treat.

It's hysterical to watch folks hunting for a pay phone which are nonexistent today.
Today cell phones, tablets etc are annoyingly everywhere.
If a person has a hand, a cell phone is in it, like it grew there.
It's interesting to watch people function just fine without a cell phone or it's interruptions.

I do not bother with youtube, netflix, amazon or any other internet programing.
I figure if it's any good it should be or would be on TV.
The rest of it is just to complicated. 
Like Chancey Gardener, I just turn on TV n watch. 
Dish network is as far as I'll go, I love DVR.

Truthfully my age should be almost 150.
I've given myself the life experiences of that long in entertainment.
From Hearst era yellow journalism, to Nickelodeon's, Vaudeville, Silent movies, radio, talkies, to Television.
How the early pioneers all found a new life on TV, from Milton Berle, Burns n Allen, Sid Caesar, Jack Benny, Ed Wynn, Groucho, 3 stooges, Gabby Hayes, Roy Rogers, Gene Autry n all the shows on TV that originally used older actors from faded movie careers.
Many who experienced movies, vaudeville, radio, then TV.

When I get into a particular act like the Marx brothers or 3 stooges.
I watch all there movies, TV shows n read every Bio I can find. 
Which usually leads to Vaudeville n radio before TV.

I like to immerse myself in the time n try to experience it as though I were there. 

To maybe, MAYBE be a small part in the history of this would be a treat.

I've found this post particularly satisfying.
Thank You for reading.

Modern Living

I'm amazed how facebook knows certain things that I'm very careful never to talk about, click, link or search.
also, my dish receiver is very fritzy but I'm avoiding telling them because I just know there going to want me to get that talking remote.
Think I'm paranoid, ok answer this. If it's not listening, how does it know to respond?
I hate n avoid all these things you talk to because I know that they are listening when you don't want them to.
I just don't understand peoples acceptance of self survailance by Big Brother'


Some sharp cookie is going to figure out that a sizable potential market share would buy a product if you advertised how you removed n do not allow any microphones on your TV's etc.
N Don't get me started on Ancestry.com where you are voluntarily giving your DNA to a data base, accessed by God knows who.

Somehow seems appropriate to retell Chuckwagon Dreams today on the eve of 2020.
Tell you a quick story.
On Christmas Eve I walked across the road from my son Joshuas house to his new neighbor who happens to be his cousin, because it looked like my brother Dennis was there.
First thing outa Dennis's mouth was "You Got Old".
Yeah we got old, it was our turn.
So today I decide to remember once again when we were young n I first saw Kathy as a child picking up trash from her neighbors house.
No idea that that little girl would be more important to me than everything , well just everything.

After Pez Outlaw, I intend to retire.





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Sunday, May 3, 2026

Secrets. Pez Outlaw #pezoutlaw


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It's My Story.

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Every since 2014 when the Playboy article was written I've been told to not talk about things. For some mystical reason that I could not understand. This includes - The Playboy Article, The Contaract with Warner Brothers pictures, The CBS Limited Series, The London Musical & Not as much but some on The Pez Outlaw Documentary.

So Best I could I tried to be a good boy, a team player.

So far a decade later only the Documentary came to anything.

None has provided any real money & I do mean None.

The only value was to have talked about all these wonderful things that came to nothing.

Oh Well.

Dog Days, Dog Days.

I'm solidly in the wilderness.

Nothing & I mean nothing is happening on the Pez Outlaw Project.

All have gone silent.

There is no way to sugar coat it.


Moriah Newman sent me this candid shot of making The Pez Outlaw Movie.


You ever get the feeling that your whole life is one ginormous secret?

Don't mention what should not be spoken
Eyes watch

Oh Well

You make very friendly gestures
To a response of silence
The answer becomes clear

The noise becomes to much
Life never missed a beat
The cry misses it's mark

I understand what does not fit
Agendas on separate paths
Of course mine has value

The truth remains hidden
Purgatory rules what once was
Conformity crushes the soul


So many questions
Spooked by answers
Patience the Demon that haunts me

the dream
to speak clearly
to discard the mask

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On Nov. 22 my secret was revealed once again, I looked down and a 3-4yr old child was staring up at me in amazement.
My secret is that for 1 month every year I'm Santa Claus to every very small child that sees me.
This all started maybe 20yrs ago when my hair and beard turned white.

That very small children think I'm Santa Claus is something I try very hard not to miss anymore. 
Approximately a decade ago Kathy had to give me a sharp nudge because I was missing that a small child was staring at me and wanted a hug, I felt terrible because I'd been so about me that I didn't see him.

Yesterday a very small child learned that Santa Claus also has horses.
The cutest moment of all was when I looked up from feeding Busta the horse.
The child was standing all by himself at the corner of the warehouse with his hand up in the air.
When I noticed him he started waving good bye vigorously.

What a beautiful moment, that child all alone waiting for his moment to say good bye to Santa Claus.
Yes every year for one month I'm not Pez Outlaw or Steve, I'm Santa Claus and I will not let them down.
I even sneak in a couple Ho Ho Ho's within there earshot.

You have not lived until a small child looks at you with amazement and the only reward they want is for you to say hello and play your part in there imagination.




Photo Bombed this poor girl while working my street corner cleaning windshields. pics $1.00 
It just occurred to me that we should do one of these selfies with everyone that comes here.
It could be our version of carpool karaoke (shouldn't there be an i in that?), like that guy on the TV does.

Last night I came in from outside.
Kathy said, Is somebody here? I heard you talking to somebody out there.
No Honey, I was just talking to 3 eight packs of soda pop.
I had my heavy gloves on so I had fat fingers making it near impossible to pick the pop up by its plastic thingies, spurring a vigorous conversation with the soda pop.

OK Then. Yes I talk to Horses, Dogs and Bottles of soda pop.
If I were homeless I guess I'd be that guy.
This may have something to do with that rule around here that if you're busy it's ok to just keep walking while I'm talking. My rule.

Kathy says that I talk a lot.
I believe that if that's true I do it out of self defense.
I talk to amuse myself and stave off thinking about things that depress me.
There are many things in life in general and my life specifically that can lead to depression.
I draw the battle lines with my word and my imaginary world. 

That's my defense for standing alone outside having a conversation with 24 unruly bottles of soda pop.
How'd I do? Did you buy it?
Sad truth, this is all true. 
I suppose that I wish I'd made this story up.

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Kathy says that I share more than I should.
I suppose that that's not really much of a secret.
I best keep it in mind though.

I went to my neighbors funeral the other day.
People kept coming up to me, I didn't recognize anybody.
I did recognize the daughter of an old friend as her mother.

I do not have Alzheimer's.
Question is, would I know it if I did?
I just don't remember people or things, there's a difference?

The real reason is that I've never held yesterday in high esteem.
I deal with today, not yesterday or tomorrow.
I delete yesterday each night when I close my eyes.

Here's the thing about being old.
I keep forgetting I'm Old.
That'll get you in a corner real quick. 

I'm really not a clever or funny person.
I don't realize I've said something funny or clever until after I've said it.
It's usually a surprise to me as I watch people's reactions.
In my head I go, Oh Yeah I get it now.

Saying what you're thinking in your head unfiltered can be a surprise.
The truly funny part is you're usually just being honest n next thing you know people think you're clever.
In truth you just backed into it without thinking.

It's like I been saying, I can't control how others perceive me.
What would be insane is to try.
I'm at peace with how others perceive me.

I don't look in mirrors nor do I listen to myself, so why would I care.
I do see your reactions though, so I'm quick to pick up that something just happened.
After a three count I usually catch up.

So, sorry or thank you, whichever applies.
ps, please buy something.
This writing thing pays squat. 

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It's easy to be honest after the statute of limitations has run out.

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Sharing is a very tricky business, I've always been accused of sharing to much.
Here's an example.
Yesterday afternoon I couldn't shake the feeling that I could leave anytime I was willing to let go. I don't mean die, I'm saying that my consciousness felt like I could leave this body behind if I chose.
I've done it before after all, it's like being sot out of a cannon into outer space.
I mean it's fun but kinda Freaky so I came right back.
I'm not a newagey kinda guy and I was not real comfortable with what my mind had decided to offer me. Truthfully I just wanted the feeling to go away.

Oh No, Did I say all that out loud?
That's what happens when you let one of the others talk.  
See what I mean, Tricky Huh.
So "Hey Buddy, How you doin? What's on your mind?"
Are these really good questions to be askin Willie Nillie?

Just Great n Not Much, Safety First.

My grandson wants my life n I want my dog Proby's life.

Revealing truth is liberating.
Withholding truth makes you vulnerable.
Secrets are a cancer on your soul.
Yet life is filled with secrets.

You can't live without relationships.
Though the maintenance is set with Booby-traps.
One wrong step n that spiky thing comes at you.
When did it get so complicated.

You'd think honesty would protect you.
Some days I get wore out from careful conversation. 
The truth is, you can't be honest with people.
Total honesty repels people. 

I just apologized to a friend for saying what's on my mind.
I wish it was the first time.
I told him that I seem to have a talent for making people not want to talk to me.
Just an observation, how much it matters I'm uncertain of.

So you hold your thoughts close.
Until that one person who gets you, Joshua my son says something.
N you almost scream in response, Yeah!
The response is almost a cry of relief.

Then Joshua says something else n again halfway though you shout, YEAH!
Thinking all the while, Why don't others seem to see it.
Then Josh says people are telling him he's becoming more like me by the day.
It was inevitable, I am my father, Joshua is me n Danny or Jake will be Joshua.

So what's the point?
There is none, just frustration.
People say they want the truth or an honest answer, but they really don't.
They want to hear whatever version makes them feel OK with themselves.

Problem is that I usually know what I want and what I think.
Where I get in trouble is when I share it.
Are there rules I don't know how to follow?
Is this written down somewhere?

I've met people who look scared at the thought of saying what they want.
N if you press them, it angers them, like I'm somehow not respecting the process.
I see this over n over and I still don't understand it.
I am willing to accept what I want, To some what they want is a process.

People say I get there to quick, n that I'm impatient.
The thing is that I know what I want n time is slipping away.
With Pez, What made me different?
Really simple. I saw something n I acted on it, while others thought about acting. 

I'm as puzzled today at almost 65 as I was a child of 5. 
I'm not delusional, I don't think that this is brilliant. 
I'm just purging. 
My imaginary shrink says I need to write things down.

It's like I told Josh, write it out straight, then make it abstract.
Because if you say it straight it offends people.
Keep it vague n people can interpret the meaning to there liking.
Truth can be liberating but it can also be cruel or unwanted.

That n I believe I push to hard.
For which I'm truly sorry.
But we know I won't change.
It's like the scorpion n the river, It's my nature.

I will say this though.
I may know what I think from given information.
Though I have no idea what that information will be.
Meaning, I have no idea what the future holds.

I know what I want but it's in the hands of those pesky relationships.
N Yup you guessed it, they don't want to talk to me.
A Feller could get a complex, were it not for ego. 
I'm OK, You're OK. Are we good?

Why are people determined to draw you into the things they find interesting?
I refuse to waste my time on all the useless endeavors of others.
Computer n Cell Phone obsession is the worst, what a bunch of drivel.
Please attend this or join me at that.
NO! 
Then the guilting, but it would make me happy if you did.
Does it count for nothing that it would make me miserable n potentially suicidal? 
People need to hear the word NO more.
You say NO nowadays n people react like you killed a puppy.


I remain. 
Not a Damn clue. 
Yours.
Pez Outlaw.

Thank God, it's time for therapy.
Smiley Face, today we get Jello or is it Pudding?
See what I mean?

My imaginary Shrink says, It only matters if you pretend to know if it's pudding or Jello. 

The Title should have been Jello or Pudding. 
Should I change it?
I like my life, I do things the way I like.
Example is the 4 line verse I use here, just because I like it.

We went on a deep dive today.
Hopefully it was amusing. 

Of all the posts I've written in Notes From The Asylum, Big Fish n Secrets are my favorites. 
On the flip side, sometimes you delete posts because they made it sound like you care more than you actually do. 

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 I want to squeeze this in, hope it's OK.

An Old Guy with white hair and glasses wrote a book about Global Warming.
In his book he says that Global Warming was concieved in like 1972 as a marketing campaign by the Nuclear Power Industry.
The Campaign was then co-opted by the wind and solar lobby.
Moriah says, Well it must be true because after all he has white hair, glasses and got his book published.
Not to mention I saw it on the evening news.

just a funny recent conversation.

I also "heard on the news" this morning that I might live to be 120.
I Love The News, but I'm not sure I can afford it. 
Maybe there's a 50yr really low payment plan. 

Computer time for us older folks.
No brain cells to spare.
Please don't distract me.

To the 1st smart ass that says, "Woe I think he's losing it".
Don't be redundant.
You don't get a trophy for stating the obvious anymore.

All this stuff really amuses me.
The best humor is created on the edge of insanity.
Sometimes though, a feller does just fall straight in.

Kathy asked me to be quiet.
 
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Saturday, May 2, 2026

Rodeo Clown. Pez Outlaw #pezoutlaw




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It's My Story.

There was a rodeo clown named Bill.
Who tried to push a rock up a hill

Day after day he pushed it up that slope.
Chasing a dream built on hope.

Decades went by without remorse.
Bill stayed the course.

He really didn't mind.
Because he expected to be paid in kind.

Everybody thought Bill was crazy.
He felt to give up would be lazy.

Each day he'd put on his makeup.
Hoping one day only to wakeup.

Bill did the only thing he knew how to do.
He kept faith with his dream believing it was true. 

If Bill had just stayed in his barrel
He'd never have seen the peril.


The title is Rodeo Clown n his name is Bill but I call him Joe.
Only people that really know me will get that one.

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The fact remains 
Every day we wake up n put on our makeup
Then Face each new day with renewed hope

Very seldom does that day see reward
Usually we lose ground
But we don't give up

Where does optimism come from
Do we believe because hope is all we have
Or is belief in eventual victory that strong

Choice rarely enters into it
Our fate is set
The groove to deep


I Love Rodeo Clown.

If you're a normal human being you at different times feel that you are the rodeo clown in other peoples show/adventure/rodeo/circus. 
you pick.

This post through rodeo clown shows our frustration at where we find ourselves battling those that seem to control us.
Our response n how we deal with it, all the while hoping for salvation through our own efforts from the fate we seem to find ourselves.



from The Muck Bucket n RB EQUESTRIAN


Reasons are usually excuses assigned to the unnamable.
I've found that when I'm angry I just grab whatever's handy.
Truth is, it's always deeper. 
When I realized that truth is when I stopped screaming.

Not allowed to scream.
Not allowed to cry.
Causes to much pain.

So you become a rodeo clown.
A painted on smile, to show the world.

How ya doin buddy?
Doin great, just great.

People ask, but I guarantee you nobody really want to know.
N why should they, they've got there own shit.

We care but really do we have to care that much
Can we please just move on.

Not a big brain day.
Yesterday I wouldna written a letter to a skunk.

It's gonna be another bad hair day.
Hey what's the damn point of having angst or being tormented if you don't share. 

Had some good news
Shoulda been over the moon

It's a pretty deep hole
I'm still climbing  

So I paint up n get to pushing
Fate is earned not given 

There are no sick days at the Asylum.
Just pudding. 

When my brain falters.
I have to work in bites not meals. 

Pain is evidence you're still alive.
Crazy requires proof. 

I'd like to say a prayer for CAKE.

This ones for my friends in the Ukraine. 


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