Monday, May 10, 2021

Fascism Is A Product Of The Left


A reader wrote to ask, "Is Fascism the end result of moving too far to the Right on a Political Spectrum?"

After reading the short and simple question, I immediately thought of a wonderful teacher I had many years ago. For a moment, I actually remembered the first day that I sat in his class, not knowing what to expect after my having returned to school after serving four years in the Marine Corps.

I was gifted to have teachers who encouraged asking questions instead of just accepting what we are fed. He was one of them. And yes, I still remember how he explained to our class why he thought most Political Spectrum diagrams are wrong.

Fascism, as in that of Nazi Germany, is all about putting the needs of a political movement or a regime above the needs and welfare of the individual. It is "a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation and forcible suppression of opposition." It is all about strong autocratic or dictatorial control.

My teacher contented that Fascism, as practiced by Hitler's Nazi Germany, does not belong to the Right of such a diagram for many reasons. He made the argument that merely by the nature and conduct of Fascist governments, their dictatorial nature, and the totalitarian aspects of their systems, Joe Stalin's Soviet Union, Moa's Communist China, Castro's Cuba, and other Communist countries headed by dictators around the world are no different than the Fascist Nazi regime in their practices.

I still remember how he told our class how he felt that the Left doesn't want to face its ownership of fascism in the exact same way that they don't want to face up to owning the practice of slavery. Yes, he said the Left is like a mother who is ashamed to acknowledge that she is responsible for bearing a criminal son.

Almost 40 years later, after attending his classes and seeing what I have for myself, I still agree with his conclusion. Fascism is another creation of the Left that the world could have done without.

So why was he so vehement about Fascism never being a part of the Right in a Political Spectrum? Well, that had to do with simple logic. Fascism is incompatible with the ideals of the Right, which expound freedom and liberty -- not slavery and government control.

The ideals of the Right, that of Conservatism and Libertarianism, is that of less government intrusion in the lives of citizens, a government that observes our God-given Rights, a government with a smaller footprint in society, a government that stays out of the way, doesn't over-regulate, doesn't over-tax, and has a very minimal negative impact on the lives of citizens. Both Conservatism and Libertarianism are all about getting as close to having total individual freedom as can be obtained while still having the government fulfill certain services.

Does any of that sound like fascism? No. It doesn't. As part of the Right Side of the Political Spectrum, both Conservatism and Libertarianism are about creating more freedom -- not less as Fascism, in fact, does in practice. Fascism is the complete opposite of the ideals of freedom.

So what comes after Libertarianism on the Political Spectrum if not Fascism? I was thought that anarchy waited at both ends of the spectrum. From what I've seen, I still agree with that.

A people who allow their nation to move too far to the Right will allow their nation to do away with essential laws. This situation creates a society where there is no government or an ineffective government that fails to maintain order. Such a situation as an absence of government, or a feckless government, creates a lawless society with chaos and mob rule. That's anarchy.

On the other side of the spectrum, on the Left, anarchy is there as the end result of slavery. A people who allow their nation to move to the Left sets itself up for oppression and enslavement while their rights and freedoms are taken away from them. Because the loss of freedoms can only come from the Left, such totalitarian nations have governments that enslave, coerce, and intimidate their people.

Tyranny creates resistance, rebellion, and a breakdown of the law. As with any breakdown of law and order, anarchy, chaos, and mob rule ensues.

It is common sense that a government that asserts more control on its people cannot come from the Right which wants less government control. Since totalitarianism is a form of government that attempts to assert total control over the lives of its citizens, it is in 180-degree contrast with the Right which is characterized by a small central government that wants less interference from the government. The Right is all about wanting a government that exercises little to no control over any aspect of our lives. 

The Left is all about coercion and does not permit individual freedom. In reality, the Left's Utopian government would be akin to a government made up of slave masters. In contrast, the Right's idea of a Utopian government would be one made up of abolitionists. 

The biggest lie that the Left tells us is that Fascism is a part of the Right Side of the Political Spectrum. The second lie that the Left spreads is that "complete control by the government is good for us." 

Those who are selling the lie that Fascism fits anywhere on the Right Side of the political spectrum are selling a bridge. Sadly, there are those who will buy that bridge simply because they refuse to look at what Fascism does in practice. Maybe once they did, then they would see how Fascism and Communism are siblings from the same mother whose name is "Slavery." 

Fascist Communism has disillusioned supporters who like to pretend that a Communist government is one that focuses on equal treatment and opportunities for all citizens. They pretend that is true, even though such a thing has never been the case in Communist governments. The reason, Communism creates a ruling class of oppressors no different than Fascism does. 

People should understand that both Bolshevism and Nazism are dictatorships. Both systems are about complete control. Both systems have slaughtered millions and prove without a doubt that the Left's idea that "complete control by the government is good for us" is just a lie they tell while separating us from our freedoms.  

The irony of all of this is that the Left believes that government control is a good thing -- unless they are not part of those in power. 

Tom Correa

Monday, May 3, 2021

Texas Jack Vermillion -- Member of the Earp Vendetta


I received a letter the other day from a reader who says he doubts there was ever a man known as Texas Jack Vermillion. He said that he thinks "the Texas Jack Vermillion character portrayed in the 1993 film Tombstone is completely fictitious and was only created for that movie, no differently than how other people are invented in other movies." In his letter, he said that he did research and found several "Texas Jacks" but still does not believe that they were real people. 

I can assure my friend that the man known to some people as Texas Jack Vermillion was indeed a real person. While fiction writers do, in fact, create fictional characters with all sorts of "aliases" for films and books, Texas Jack Vermillion was a real person.

Granted, we don't know too much about his early years or the exact location of his birth. But we know that he was the second of 12 children born to William Vermillion and Nancy Owens, and his birth name was John Wilson Vermillion. He was born sometime in 1842 somewhere in Russell County, Virginia.

Some reports suggest that he was a small man, a man of slight build, only about 5' 2" tall, and weighed in at around 125 lbs. throughout his life. It is known that he enlisted in the Confederate Army when the Civil War started in 1861. According to his biography, he was actually in the Confederate Cavalry unit commanded by General J.E.B. Stuart. I haven't been able to find out if he was with Gen. James Ewell Brown "Jeb" Stuart the entire war or when Gen. Stuart died on May 12, 1864. 

Some reports say he also served under Confederate Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest. This is believed to be the case after leaving Jeb Stuart's unit. Of course, his serving under Gen. Forrest adds to the myth that he may have been a founding member of the Ku Klux Klan after the war ended. While some say Gen. Forrest was instrumental in starting the KKK, other reports say Forrest was not since he joined the Ku Klux Klan two years after its founding. We do know that Forrest was elected the Klan's first Grand Wizard.

Though that is not verified, Jack Vermillion had gone to Pulaski, Tennessee, after the war. Pulaski is the birthplace of the Ku Klux Klan. After that, he was in Sullivan County, Tennessee, where he supposedly married Margaret Horton on September 6, 1865. Legend says that the couple moved from there to Eastern Missouri. There also reports that say he may have taken a position as a Deputy U.S. Marshal there. 

As for his family, it's said that they had a daughter and a son. That was at the same time that a diphtheria epidemic hit Eastern Missouri. The epidemic is said to have killed his wife and children while he was away. Supposedly after that is when he moved West, where he surfaced in Dodge City, Kansas. It is also said that he reported ended up in Montana about that time. 

It was in Tombstone, Arizona, in either 1880 or 1881, that Jack Vermillion reportedly killed a man. While I haven't been able to find any record of anyone by his name or alias as killing anyone in a gunfight over cheating at cards or otherwise, I believe that's just the myth. 

That myth also states that the gunfight was seen as unfair by the local law at the time, and Jack became a wanted man with a bounty on his head. Supposedly, it was on the Wanted Poster that he first became known as "Texas Jack" Vermillion though no one knows why he would have been called "Texas Jack." As for the story of him being on the run from the law there in Tombstone, if he were on the run and supposedly fled Tombstone, what was he still doing in Tombstone in 1882 when he joined the Earp vendetta?

But before we go on, the question comes up, why was John Wilson Vermillion known as "Texas Jack" since he was actually from Virginia? As with many folks who pick up a handle for reasons unknown, one story has to do with his love of Texas horses. 

During the Civil War, horses in the Southeast were being depleted pretty quickly. Many there were seen as "half-starved plodding animals pulling tons of supplies over muddy tracks." Because of the need for horses, especially cavalry horses, horses were brought in from Texas. Let's remember that Texas was on the side of the Confederacy and contributed both horses and manpower to the war effort. 

So, would it be unusual for someone in the Confederate cavalry to prefer fresh Texas mounts? Probably not. Was that enough to earn him the name Texas Jack? I don't know if any of us will ever know the answer to that question. For me, I saw guys in the service get saddled with a nickname for less than that, but who knows -- especially when he was supposedly known later to some folks in Idaho as "Shoot-your-eye-out-Jack."

As for his shooting someone that can be verified, we know that in Tombstone, Arizona, Jack did ride with Wyatt and Warren Earp, Doc Holliday, Sherman McMasters, "Turkey Creek" Jack Johnson during the vendetta ride. We do know that he was later named in the murder charges of Frank Stilwell along with Wyatt and Warren Earp, Doc Holliday, and the others later. 

Was he was one of the men who, along with Wyatt and the others, took turns shooting the already dead Frank Stilwell with multiple weapons? Probably not since it's believed that he joined the Erap vendetta ride the day after the Earps and the others murdered Stilwell. But, he was with Wyatt and the others when they fled Arizona after a Grand Jury charged them with First Degree murder in the death of Stilwell.  

After fleeing Arizona one step ahead of the law, it's said he returned to Big Stone Gap, Virginia, in 1883. While there, he supposedly married again. But some question that since it's believed that he was in Colorado with Wyatt in 1884 and then part of the Soapy Smith Gang in Idaho by 1886. It was with this outlaw gang that he picked up the name, "Shoot-your-eye-out-Jack." And really, while that sounds like that could be an interesting story, I haven't been able to find out what's behind it. 

At a family reunion in 1900, he was photographed with a woman who was said to be his wife. In 1911, Shoot-your-eye-out-Jack passed away quietly in his sleep. Such is the tale of Texas Jack Vermillion.

Tom Correa



Saturday, April 24, 2021

The Fatal Garment Killing 1880

The article below is straight out of the Tombstone Epitaph:
July 25, 1880
A FATAL GARMENT

About 7 o'clock last evening the pistol was used with fatal effect on Allen Street, resulting in the death of T.J. Waters from gunshot wounds from a weapon in the hand of E.L. Bradshaw. The causes which led to this unfortunate tragedy are brief.

Waters was what is considered a sporting man, and has been in Tombstone several months. He was about forty years of age, powerful build, stood over six feet in height and weighed about 190 pounds. When sober he was a clever sort of man but quite the opposite when under the influence of liquor.

Yesterday he won considerable money and had been drinking a great deal, hence was in a mood to be easily irritated.

Bradshaw was an intimate friend of Waters but a very different character, being a man of medium size, over fifty years of age and very reserved and peaceable in his disposition. We understand that these two men had prospected together and when Waters first came to Tombstone he lived in Bradshaw's cabin.

Yesterday morning Waters purchased a blue and black plaid shirt, little dreaming that the fated garment would hurl his soul into eternity before the sun had set. It so happened that several good natured remarks were made about the new shirt during the day until Waters had taken sufficient liquor to make the joking obnoxious to him, and he began to show an ugly resentment and was very abusive, concluding with, "Now, if anyone don't like what I've said let him get up, G-d d-n him. I'm chief. I'm boss. I'll knock the first s--- of a b--- down that says anything about my shirt again."

This happened in the back room at Corrigan's saloon and as Waters stepped into the front room Bradshaw happened in, and seeing what his friend was wearing made some pleasant remark about it, whereupon Waters, without a word, struck Bradshaw a powerful blow over the left eye which sent him senseless to the floor.

Waters then walked over to Vogan & Flynn's, to see, as he said, "if any s--- of a b--- there didn't like this shirt."

He had just entered the street when Ed Ferris made some remark about the new shirt, which Waters promptly resented in his pugilistic style. After some more rowing Waters went back to Corrigan's saloon.

As soon as Bradshaw recovered from the knockdown he went into the back room, washed off the blood, went down to his cabin, put a bandage on his eye and his pistol in his pocket. He then came up to Allen Street and took his seat in front of Vogan & Flynn's saloon.

Seeing Waters in Corrigan's door, Bradshaw crossed towards the Eagle Brewery, and walking down the sidewalk until within a few feet of Waters, said: "Why did you do that?"

Waters said something whereupon Bradshaw drew his pistol and fired four shots, all taking effect, one under the left arm probably pierced the heart, two entered above the center of the back between the shoulders and one in the top of the head ranged downward toward the neck, any one of which would probably have resulted fatally.

Waters fell at the second shot and soon expired. Bradshaw was promptly arrested and examination will be had in the morning before Justice Gray.

-- end of article.

Tom Waters didn't like being the brunt of jokes. On July 22, 1880, Waters was being made the brunt of jokes over the blue and black plaid shirt that he wore that day. Later, while drinking in Corrigan's Saloon, the crowd heard Waters say, "I'll knock down any man who opens his mouth about my shirt again!"

He supposedly said that just as his supposed friend Edward Bradshaw entered the saloon. Bradshaw must have taken that as a sort of silly challenge and did, in fact, comment on Waters's colorful new shirt. In response, Tom knocked him down and then left Corrigan's with his friend Bradshaw out cold on the floor.

Their friendship was short-lived, if anything because it's said Bradshaw went in search of a gun when he came to. Angry and humiliated at what Waters did, an armed Bradshaw found Waters outside Vogan's Alley on Allen Street and asked, "Why did you do that?" In essence, he asked, "Why did you hit me?"

Waters, who is said to have been quite drunk by then, simply responded by yelling at Bradshaw about what he said about his shirt. Bradshaw responded by opening fire on Waters. Waters was hit once in the heart, and once in the head, and two rounds struck his back. It's not known if he turned to run to get shot in the back.

I appreciate Jim from The Tarnished West website for sending me the following information. 


Arizona Daily Star, Tucson, Arizona, Fri, Jul 23, 1880, Page 2


Arizona Daily Star, Tucson, Arizona, Fri, Jul 23, 1880, Page 2

Diarist George Parsons wrote in his journal on Saturday, July 24th, 1880, "Another man killed the night before last. Too much pistol play. Bradshaw killed Waters because Waters resented with his fists being
teased about a shirt." 

Tom Waters is buried in the Boothill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona. As for what happened to Edward Bradshaw, well, as strange as it might sound, though Tom Waters was killed by Edward L. Bradshaw on Allen Street, he was acquitted. It's true. Though Waters was unarmed at the time, Bradshaw stood trial for the shooting in September and was acquitted. Imagine that.

As to whatever became of Bradshaw, he died four years later. His death was reported in the May 17, 1884 issue of the Arizona Silver Belt Newspaper:

E. L. Bradshaw, who was run over by a freight train near Casa Grande some time since, died in the Tucson hospital last week, his system not being able to stand the amputation of an arm. The deceased was for a long time a resident of this camp, and will be remembered as the slayer of Tom Waters in front of the Arcade Saloon about three years ago. He was an old timer on the Pacific coast and a resident of most of the mining camps that have sprung up during the past thirty years.

Patient Register confirms that an E.L. Bradshaw (Edward Lyter Bradshaw) was admitted to St. Mary's Hospital on May 6, 1884, and treated by Dr. Handy for "amputated arm." His place of birth is given as Kentucky. He died on May 7, 1884. His age listed as 52 years old. 

-- end of Arizona Silver Belt Newspaper article.

As for his killing Waters in 1880 over a black and blue plaid shirt, I have a hard time believing that. To me, it was about being humiliated and attacked. Maybe, just maybe, that's why he was acquitted by a jury of his peers. 

Tom Correa

Monday, April 19, 2021

The Passing Of The Greatest Generation

Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip 

         While I do give people the benefit of the doubt, I sometimes wonder if people really know enough history to truly appreciate the sacrifices of others. As I watched the funeral of Great Britain's Prince Philip on television this weekend, I couldn't help wonder if people understand the significance of his passing. No, not so much for who he was, though his life of loyalty to his wife and nation is one that many would serve well to emulate, but more for the passing of his generation. 

We forget that by World War I, America and Great Britain had extremely close ties. That's especially true when it came to foreign trade. After the first World War, Britain was already having it tough while paying off the debt that it accrued to fight World War I from 1914 to 1919. So when the Stock Market crashed in 1929 in the United States, so did the Stock Market in Great Britain. 

As a result, the Great Depression that we felt here was also felt in Great Britain and other parts of the world. For Britain, its imports dropped by half, and its currency, the Pound, dropped in worth by more than 25%. The result was skyrocketing unemployment. The worse to be hit were coal mining, iron and steel industries, and shipbuilding. 

It is said that unlike how everyone in America was adversely affected during the Great Depression, that wasn't the case in Great Britain where the lower classes were hit the hardest. Because of that, and the fact that building materials were cheap at the time, the British government was actually able to focus on rebuilding its slums. And like the work programs started in the United States by President Franklin Roosevelt, the job of rebuilding slums in England provided needed jobs. Jobs that many were more than willing to take. 

For Great Britain, the Great Depression was a time for suffering and a time for rebuilding. I believe it was also a time, as was the case in the United States, that prepared our peoples for World War II. And in the case of Great Britain, they were fighting in World War II for over two years before we got involved.

My personal belief is that people are placed in the times that we live in for a reason. The generation which is now known to history as the "Greatest Generation" was born after World War I. Many grew up in the Great Depression and would fight in World War II. My own belief is that the Great Depression prepared them for the hard work, toil, and sacrifice of World War II. 

My grandmother used to say, "A man feels better about himself when he's working." The ill-effects of the Great Depression on British and American families could be seen on the forlorn faces in the bread lines in England just as they could in the United States. And yes, we forget about the countless numbers of poor children who wandered the streets.

Because of those hard years, a time when they did in fact survive the lack of food, clothing, and many other essentials that so many today sadly take for granted, that generation was ready to take any job and work in whatever industry needed. Thus, they were prepared for the war effort. No, not only as a mission to defeat the Nazi war machine and the threat that it imposed -- but also as an opportunity to regain a sense of worth which the Great Depression had stole from everyone. 

They are truly our Greatest Generation because they were raised during the Great Depression and went on to fight and endure the hardship of World War II. By September of 1939, Great Britain was at war with Germany. And even with the looming threat of a German invasion, the British people stood fast and fought on. 

Here's a bit of trivia for my readers. At one point, the British government urged the Queen Mother to seek safety and leave England for Canada with her daughters. She refused. In fact, she is noted as saying, "The children won't go without me. I won't leave without the King. And the King will never leave." 

Here's more. As the British rallied to the cause, then-Princess Elizabeth did her part. While the King and Queen initially refused to allow her to enlist, in fact noting that no female member of the Royal Family had ever joined the military, then-Princess Elizabeth did go on to join the British Army's Women's Auxiliary Territory Service (ATS). The ATS was very similar to our Women's Army Corps (WACs), and she registered as inductee No. 230873. 

The future Queen of Great Britain enlisted under the name Elizabeth Windsor. And as with others in the Women's Auxiliary Territory Service (ATS) during the war, her assignment was to serve in a support function. And while many of the ATS women served as anti-aircraft gunners, radio operators, and drivers, Queen Elizabeth II was a mechanic. As for what that did for the war effort, it's said her enlisting in the military was an incredible boost to the morale of the British people during those bleak days when bombs rained on London and destruction and despair were everywhere.

So yes, with the passing of Great Britain's Prince Philip, we should all note the loss of those around the world who lived through the hard times of the great worldwide economic depression of the 1920s and 1930s, only to sacrifice so much to win World War II. 

But let's also remember that they then went on to recognize, fight, and defeat the Communist threat of dictatorial world domination. And frankly, we can all thank God that there were those who were stronger than the minority, those vital to our existence, those who were absolutely unassailable, especially when they are compared to those weak and timid souls who are so willing to forfeit their liberties to be enslaved by Nazi fascism and Marxist totalitarianism.

Yes indeed. We really need to appreciate that generation and mourn their loss. After all, we owe them so much. 

Tom Correa


Friday, April 16, 2021

Frank Loving -- Death of a Young Gunfighter


Frank Loving, sometimes called "Cockeyed" Frank Loving, was born in Missouri sometime in 1860. His family later moved to Texas. At around the age of 12, his father died. While it isn't known how his family got by after his father passed away or what young Frank did to help his family, most biographies of Loving say he was making his living as a professional gambler by his late teens. 

Most of his biographies also say that he moved around a lot and eventually landed in Dodge City, Kansas. Supposedly, Frank Loving's favorite saloon was the Long Branch Saloon, where according to myth, he associated with Doc Holliday, Bat Masterson, Wyatt Earp, and Charlie Bassett. 

During his time, he supposedly became close friends with a gambler and reputed gunfighter Levi Richardson and the Long Branch Saloon's owner Chalkley Beeson.

As was the case with most supposed gunfighters in the Old West, most of Levi Richardson's prowess with a gun was hearsay. And yes, just as with Holliday, Masterson, and most of the Earp brothers, Richardson built up his own reputation for his own advantage. Keep in mind, a great reputation as a killer was one stay alive. 

So okay, there were exceptions where a reputation could get one killed. Wild Bill Hickok, Ben Thompson, King Fisher, Jessie James, Pat Garret, Billy the Kid, and John Wesley Hardin were all ambushed because of their reputations as killers. But all in all, gamblers liked to have an edge, especially to stop someone from calling your hand when they were caught cheating. 

As for Richardson, it's said that he was disliked by most of the townspeople. And while Loving and Richardson were said to be close friends, that all changed in early 1879 when Richardson made some unwanted advances toward Loving's wife. 

There are two stories here. The first story says they quarreled in March and then got into a fistfight over Richardson's advances toward Loving's wife, Mattie. The fistfight supposedly took place on Front Street. And after exchanging punches, Richardson got the worst of it. So much so that the story goes on to say that Richardson yelled at Loving, "I'll blow the guts out of you, you cockeyed son of a bitch!"

Supposedly, Loving wasn't armed and simply left. That was supposed to be that until April, when things turned deadly. 

The second story is that the fistfight took place on April 5, 1879. And after Loving walked away, Richardson retrieved a pistol. With a hidden pistol, Richardson entered the Long Branch Saloon looking for Loving. 

Richardson found that Loving was not there, so he joined in a game of poker while he waited. He was there when Loving walked in and took a seat at a table just before 9 pm. It's said Richardson moved over so that he was directly across from Loving. It was soon after that the two men started arguing.

Witnesses said they heard Richardson shout at Loving, "You wouldn't fight anything, you damned son of a bitch!" Loving is said to have replied, "Try me and see."

It was then that Richardson jumped to his feet and drew a pistol. Loving did the same. And yes, both men opened fire. They both repeatedly fired their weapons from across a table at each other. When the shooting stopped, Richardson got off five rounds, and Loving fired six. 

Levi Richardson was on the floor, hit in the chest, the side of his stomach, and in one of his arms. Richardson was as dead as George Armstrong Custer. On the other hand, Frank Loving was luckily only hit when one of Richardson's rounds grazed his left hand.

Let's keep in mind that shootouts in saloons were pretty rare in the Old West. In most of the incidents, when such a thing did happen, it wasn't unusual for bystanders to be hit due to shooters shooting trying to get off rounds. In the Loving and Richardson shootout, it was surprising that no one else in the saloon was hit. When Dodge City's city marshal Charlie Bassett arrived after hearing the shots, he arrested Loving until things could be sorted out by a coroner's inquest. 

Loving was arrested, booked, and held while a coroner's inquest convened. After witnesses were called and the medical examiner examined the body, on April 7, 1879, a coroner's inquest ruled the shooting was "self-defense." Loving was released without charges. 

It is said that newspapers labeled the shootout "The Long Branch Saloon Gunfight." Of course, Dodge City's newspaper The Globe wrote: "It seemed strange that Loving was not hit, except for a slight scratch on the hand, as the two men were so close together that their pistols almost touched each other." 

According to Old West lore, right after the gunfight, Frank Loving left his wife Mattie and their two children for unknown reasons. But really, who knows if that's accurate or not since I haven't been able to find a marriage record or birth records. Of course, we do know that by 1880, Loving is known to have moved on to Las Vegas, New Mexico, where he gambled for a few months before moving on to Trinidad, Colorado. It was there in Trinidad, Colorado, that he would be in a gunfight with a dealer by the name of John Allen who had known Loving in Dodge City.

On April 15, 1882, Frank Loving and John Allen got into an argument. Some say it was over a loan, while others say it was over Allen's lack of skill as a dealer. What's interesting about their argument is that it was in the middle of Main Street. And while there are those reports that say that both men drew pistols when their argument erupted, such a thing was not mentioned in the local papers. As for the tale that says mutual friends quickly intervened and stopped things from getting out of hand, who knows if that's true. 

The next morning, Loving obviously had not let things pass. Loving walked into the Imperial Saloon with a pistol in his hand and headed straight for Allen, who was working there. Allen seeing Loving coming at him quickly drew his own pistol and shot at Loving  -- but missed. With that, Loving returned fire back at Allen but also missed. 

As with any time shots are fired, people start scrambling for the door. And as is the case, confusion ensues. In this case, the confusion worked against Loving as his gun was knocked from his hand by someone hurrying past him. 

While Loving was trying to find his pistol, Allen used a patron as a shield and repeatedly fired at Loving. It's said that Allen fired two shots at Loving while he was searching for his revolver. Imagine that for a moment. Allen fired two rounds at Loving when he was unarmed and trying to find his dropped pistol. Of course, all of Allen's shots missed their mark. 

When Loving finally found his pistol, he emptied it shooting at Allen as Allen ran out the saloon's rear door. All of Loving's shots missed Allen as he ran out the door and into an alley behind the saloon. Into the alley behind the saloon. Allen, who immediately took refuge a few doors down in Hammond's Hardware Store. Loving searched the alley for Allen but was unable to find him.

Trinidad Deputy City Marshal James Masterson knew Loving in Dodge City. James Masterson heard the shooting and responded as quickly as possible. When he arrived, he found Loving searching for Allen. Masterson disarmed him before setting out to look for Allen. While Masterson was looking for Allen, Frank Loving with two revolvers and again looking for Allen.

Most don't think about ammunition when thinking about gunfights, especially rolling gun battles that drag out for a while. Frank Loving thought about it and entered a hardware store to buy ammunition. It was there that John Allen crept up on Frank Loving from behind and ambushed him. Allen shot Loving from behind. 

It's said James Masterson heard the shot, and so did local City Marshal Lou Kreeger. They entered the hardware store and found Frank Loving shot and bleeding. It's said that when Loving saw Masterson, he stated, "Jim, I'm shot." 

Masterson and Kreeger arrested Allen after finding him still hiding in the back of the store. Though Frank Loving was treated, he died five days later, on April 21, 1882.

John Allen was tried for the murder of Frank Loving in September 1882. Allen argued that he acted in self-defense. He said that he feared for his life. He said that he knew Frank Loving had a notorious reputation and didn't want to be killed. Yes, this is where killing a man with a reputation has helped many a murderer. And because Frank Loving was seen as a dangerous man, John Allen was acquitted.

Frank Loving was either 21 or 22 years old when he was killed. That's very young to be killed. He was a gambler and gunman and was involved in two of the most well-publicized gunfights back in the day. Being well-publicized helps when it comes to chronicling what took place. 

Old West myths speak of several gunfights, that we know never took place. The problem with some of those supposed shootouts is that they are just hearsay and really took on a life of their own as the story was being circulated -- even though they never happened. 

One of the ways to determine if an event was just a tale versus it really taking place is to see if whether or not they were chronicled in the local newspapers. Town newspapers would have certainly reported a shooting if it did happen. The number one reason for that is the fact that shootings in the Old West did not happen every day, and they made sensational news when they did. Both of the shootouts that Frank Loving took part in were very well known because they were well reported. 

As for John Allen, he was acquitted mostly because the jurors believed that Allen would have certainly been killed if Frank Loving found him. And while the shootout became known as the Trinidad Gunfight, John Allen was not a gunfighter. Some say Allen only started carrying a gun after Loving threatened him. In fact, to anyone's knowledge, that was the only time he was ever in a life and death situation that called for his protecting his life against someone armed and seeking to kill him. 

If he was indeed frightened of Loving, the opportunity presented itself to Allen to save himself -- and he did. It's said that John Allen stopped working in gambling halls and saloons dealing cards after that. It's said he actually returned to Dodge City, where he took up a different occupation. It's said that John Allen became a preacher.

Tom Correa


Sunday, April 11, 2021

No Amendment To The Constitution Is Absolute To Dictators


The most frightening statement ever made by a sitting American President in the history of the United States was made by Joe Biden when he said, "No Amendment to the Constitution is absolute."

But, before we get into what Biden is doing, let's take a minute or two to talk about America and my getting a bit of hate mail that I really want to address here. Don't worry. I will tie it in with what Biden is doing in a few moments. 

Over the years, I've gotten a lot of hate mail. And, while I haven't let them get to me, there are those times when someone comes up with something that you know you just can't let slide. 

As most of you know, I'm just a writer. I'm a Conservative, a blogger, a Veteran, an old Marine who volunteers a lot of my time to make my small community a better place. I'm just a man who takes care of a few horses who would have otherwise been put down. I'm just a man who loves America, most of my fellow Americans, certainly not all of them, and sees the world in a lot more ways than simply as black and white -- thanks to great parents and grandparents and other mentors. 

I was brought up to appreciate our nation's fundamental principles and values, including equality, the rule of law, limited government, and the greatness of representative democracy. I was taught to appreciate why our "Founding Principles," sometimes referred to as "America's First Principles," are the foundation of our great nation. 

Among those principles is that we have Rights that come from God, not the government. While the government might make laws governing civil behavior, our Rights come from God. That's a big difference which seems to be forgotten these days. Of course, where's the shock in that since we have a government these days that really sees itself as being God-like. 

As for being forgetful, there's a lot that many of us have forgotten these days. For example, in America, as Americans, we all have the right to be happy and kind, sad, mean, and miserable, a Christian, Jewish, an Atheist, a Conservative, a Liberal, narrow-minded, completely understanding, charitable, and miserly. Yes, we have the right to be all of that in the exact same way that we have the right to be bigots, racists, prejudice, homophobic, xenophobic, or anything else that others might not like. 

It's the luxury that we have of living in a free society. We can be who we want to be. And more so, as Americans, we can be who we want to be without needing the approval of others. You can dislike who you want to dislike. You can love who you want to love. You can despise the political policies of your choice. You can despise the Mainstream Media if you want. You can even hate people for whatever reason that you come up with. If you believe that character matters and not skin color, or that thugs and criminals should be dealt with as harshly as possible, that's your Right.  

No, you do not have to be understanding of jerks and jackasses. You do not have to be understanding of people who commit horrendous crimes just because they are a certain color. And while we are on that subject, you have the right to accept the fact that color is not a race. 

As for other political correctness today, as a free American, you don't have to pretend that a man is a woman when you know full well that they are not what they pretend to be. And really, the government cannot force you to pretend that some gay man is a woman. The government can't because we all have the right to think for ourselves. Yes, you have that right. It's really okay to think for yourself.

Because we're Americans, we don't need anyone's approval to think and feel the way we chose because we have the right to think for ourselves. Even if our opinions are what some may consider offensive to someone's sensitivities and "politically incorrect," we are free to have them. No one can tell you how to think. 

And here's something more, in case you have not been reminded lately, allow me to remind you that whether some people like it or not, the government has absolutely no say in how we view life. It's true. The cold hard fact of life is that no matter how much it makes some on the Left crazy, the government cannot make demands on us other than for us to observe the law. Believe it or not, if you don't have a job, the government can't even force you to pay taxes. So yes, the only thing the government can do is to demand that we be law-abiding citizens. 

The government cannot tell us how to think and feel or act other than demanding that we obey the law. I know that I keep repeating that, but it's essential to remember. Please understand what that means. The government cannot tell you to shut up and conform to its demands to act and think in ways contrary to how you feel about things. No, this is not Nazi Germany of the 1930s. At least, not yet. 

As for political power, we have a "Social Contract" with the government. Our contract with the government states that the will of the governed, we steer our government. This means the American people are boss, not politicians. Somehow we forget to remind them of that fact, and they think the opposite is true. To me, when they start thinking that they are our boss, that's when they need to be shown the door and kicked out of government.

And yes, we have a limited representative republic for a reason. Simply put, historically, Americans distrust a direct democracy because that means "Mob Rule." To protect us against "Mob Rule" and government oppression, our Founders believed that the government's power should be divided with a system of checks. That system of checks is built into the system to ensure that no one branch of government gets so strong that it becomes tyrannical. 

After all of the current events, some wonder if our system of checks is failing. Why? It's because the Presidency is now looking more like a dictatorship issuing edicts than that of a branch of government working to enact legislation for the good of the American people. 

Our Constitution is designed to limit the government's powers, not control the people. Our Constitution limits the power to the government and is only changed through the Amendment process. We should all understand that no sitting President can alter an Amendment of the Constitution. 

Recently, a Leftist jerk who read my article A True American Western Icon - Ward Bond took the time to write just to tell me that Western actor Ward Bond was "a grotesque fascist piece of shit," and then went on to say, "sounds like you are too." 

The jerk apparently took offense to the fact that actor Ward Bond was "a dyed-in-the-wool social and political Conservative, a perfect expression of the American West," as one writer described him. In that article, I state how I believe Ward Bond played many facets of himself when playing a First Sgt, a Cop, and more. I also said that he was "his own man."
  
So, knowing that, let's make a couple of things clear. First, I was surprised that the jerk knew how to spell "fascist" since he obviously doesn't know what the term means. He's probably some Leftist who really doesn't know that a fascist is defined as "a person who believes in or sympathizes with fascism." 

He probably also doesn't know that "fascism" is defined as "a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism." 

Think about that. While that jerk called "Conservatives" like actor Ward Bond and myself "fascists," that fool is probably too stupid to notice that the definition of fascism describes Joe Biden in the White House at this very moment in history. 

Fascism is what the Biden/Harris Administration and the Democrat Party are today. While the jerk who wrote me is attacking Conservatives, even a dead Conservative actor like Ward Bond and a blogger like me, he is knowingly supporting a fascist regime in the White House at this very moment. 

Joe Biden's recent comment that "No Amendment to the Constitution is absolute" is something we should all be worried about. That is an incredible statement coming from a U.S. president. And make no mistake about it, the most frightening statement ever made by a sitting President in the history of the United States was made by Joe Biden when he said, "No Amendment to the Constitution is absolute." 

Joe Biden has signed more than 50 Executive Actions. These are edicts to make laws and bypass the legislative process. He is making changes to laws and now wants to make changes to the Amendments of the Constitution. You think that I'm overreacting? Think again! 

On April 8, 2021, Joe Biden said, "No amendment to the Constitution is absolute." While he was talking about the 2nd Amendment, his statement should be taken as a warning to all of us about who the real fascist is at this time. But more than that, his statement should be taken as a threat to our nation and our Constitution as a whole.  

Think of this, since Congress is applauding him and the Supreme Court is too impotent to act, who stops him if Biden decides that other Amendments can be tampered with? What's at stake if Biden decides that the 1st Amendment is no longer absolute and decides to issue Executive Actions as laws regarding religion or prohibiting the freedom of speech, or limiting the press's rights?

What if Biden issues an Executive Order violating the 4th Amendment and creates a society where we have searches without Warrants? How about his issuing an Executive Order to scrape the 5th Amendment and get rid of protections against self-incrimination? How would the Left feel if Biden issues an Executive Order to abolish the 10th Amendment to restrict the States from having any rights? 

If, as Joe Biden said, "No Amendment of the Constitution is absolute," shouldn't we be concerned that he will issue an Executive Order to abolish the 13th Amendment and reinstitute slavery? Will Biden see the 14th Amendment as unnecessary and remove our rights to due process of law and equal protection of the laws? How about if he decides to abolish the voting laws as set by the 15th Amendment? Will he issue an Executive Order to do away with the 21st Amendment that gives women the right to vote?

Where does it end when a President is allowed to tinker with the Amendments of the United States Constitution because he feels that "No amendment to the Constitution is absolute"? 

As for those of you who just read this and said, "That will never happen." Ask yourself when was the last time you heard a President say that "No amendment to the Constitution is absolute"? When was the last time that an American President decided to openly attack the Bill of Rights with the support of Democrats in Congress? When was the last time the Left had such an opportunity to dismantle our system and create a Socialist/Communist government with a totalitarian oligarchy in charge? 

While such a belief as "no Amendment to the Constitution is absolute" is that of this White House and the Democrat Party, those Amendments are what I believe we will end up going to war over. And no, it is not hard to see how a real "armed rebellion" may take place specifically to reestablish our Rights from an oppressive federal government. 

No, it's not hard to believe that such a thing may occur in our future -- especially if Biden and others on the Left see the path to their achieving their dream of an America ruled by a totalitarian oligarchy being accomplished by abolishing our Constitutional Rights. Remember, they have proven themselves to be a ruthless bunch who have zero loyalty to the American people. 

The federal government ruling instead of governing is something that we should be frightened of. Power in the hands of some can be used wisely and for great good. Power in the hands of others means destruction and the elimination of our freedoms. We are seeing the latter in action today.

Tom Correa





Wednesday, April 7, 2021

What's Cowboy Coffee?


A reader wrote to ask, "What makes cowboy coffee different from my non-fat latte?" My first reaction was, seriously? Really? 

Another reader, who said, "I am a man. And I want to know if cowboy coffee would give me the same energy as a Double Chocolaty Chip Crème Frappuccino or a cup of coffee using my Ethiopia Yirgacheffe Chelelektu from Starbucks?" Again, really?

Since I have never been to Starbucks, and I like coffee, let's talk about cowboy coffee. After I describe cowboy coffee to you, you tell me if it sounds like anything you get at that bastion of Leftist Political Correctness known as Starbucks? 

First, what is cowboy coffee? Simply put, it was coffee made on the cattle drives long of the 1800s long before coffee makers were ever invented. It is coffee that is brewed with unfiltered coarse grounds. It is brought to a boil and left there for the better part of the day. It is made in a metal coffee pot preferably over a campfire or on a camp stove. 

Get the pot. Add water. Dump in a fist full of coffee grounds. Set the pot on a fire. Let boil. Let it boil. Don't touch it and let it boil for a while. After it looks dark and sort of angry enough to eat a hole in your leather chaps, let it settle. 

Once it stops acting up, pour it into a cup while trying to get as little of the coffee grounds as possible into your cup. As little as possible is the key phrase here. Those ground are valuable because they can be brewed over and over again for a day or two depending on how weak you like your coffee. 

Cowboy coffee is unfiltered coffee that has been brewing all day, or longer, for the most part. Some say it can be a bit bitter. Since the old-timers of days gone by didn't have eggs on the trail, don't think you're being some sort of movie cowboy cook and adding eggshells to it to take out the bitterness. The fact is that eggshells do not take the bitterness out of cowboy coffee. That's just a myth started by people in Seattle who think everyone should know how to speak Italian in order to buy a cup of coffee. 

As for the grounds? While some cowboys like to chew their coffee, some say just let the pot settle and you'll be fine. And while some say cowboy coffee is too acidic, they are obviously the people who want us to stop eating meat and start eating veggie burgers. Don't listen to them. They have way too much estrogen.

Okay, here's something to watch for. There are some people who see nothing wrong with relying on other nations for oil needs and really believe that the hoax called "Climate Change" is going to wipe us all out in nine years. Those folks may take off a sock, and not a clean sock, because they believe everything they hear on CNN and MSNBC, and will attempt to filter out the grounds as they pour a cup of what they call "Cowboy Coffee." That sort of stuff goes on in the Democrat Party where Communism and slavery are worshiped, but that should never happen among freedom-loving Americans.

Friends, cowboy coffee is the belly-wash that will make you put your mare away wet and worn out. It is not for folks in San Francisco or Portland or Los Angeles or even Austin. It's certainly not for the faint of heart in places like Minneapolis where people allowed their city to be burned to the ground by a bunch of Leftists who have never held jobs.

Real men drinking cowboy coffee on the cattle drives is how thousands upon thousands of head of cattle were pushed through some of the worse elements there was to feed a hungry nation. Men and women drinking cowboy coffee came West, build homesteads, remembered the Alamo, struck gold in all sorts of places, walked the dusty streets of places like Palisades, Nevada, freed the slaves, won the West, turned the Great American Desert into America's Bread Basket, built dams, created power grids, built power plants, and poured all sort of tonnage of cement to create our interstate highway system. 

Friends, this is the sort of coffee that George S. Patton used to fuel his tanks. This is the "Joe" that won two World Wars and will defeat Communist China! It's not the Senile Old "Joe" who is owned by China and is sharing the White House with the laughing girl who is one something other than coffee.

This is coffee to make your day better. Cowboy coffee makes Americans stand up and salute our glorious American flag, kick butt, take names, and tell the world that we won't lie down when it comes to fighting for our freedom. That's what cowboy coffee is all about. 

Cowboy coffee is like a roto-rotor for your bloodstream. It's the sort of gun oil that keeps your pump pumping. It's what you drink in the mountains after filling your stringer with trout. It's what you use to wash down half a dozen eggs and five pounds of bacon for breakfast. 

It's a safe bet that President Trump drinks cowboy coffee since he's still putting the interest of America before the interest of other countries. It's also a safe bet that Biden is a decaf green tea drinker who is hoping that the estrogen in green tea makes him the tough guy that he wishes he is.  

And by the way, while there might be those insecure souls out there who grow beards to show people that they too can look like men --  if you see one using his socks to filter his coffee, don't let him do it. Tell him to strain the grounds through a handkecheif. Or better yet, have them use their face mask as a strainer. It's almost a sure bet that they are wearing one. Although, people who drink cowboy coffee aren't the type to bow down to the crowd and wear face masks.  

Tom Correa

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Let's Talk About Old West Saloons


Saloons were known as watering holes, shebangs, cantinas, grogshops, gin mills, fandangos, and many more interesting terms. While there were those who spent a great deal of money and effort to make them as opulent as possible, there were those that were little more than crooked casinos, brothels, opium dens, and places that would have been better torn down. Many did attract outlaws, shady gamblers, con artists, men on the run, and the dregs of society that I have spoken of on other occasions. Yes indeed, there were saloons that preyed on the innocent and the naive in most cases.

Some travelers who entered saloons in mining camps in the California Gold Country during the Gold Rush were never seen again. Decades later their bones may or may not be found. Such a thing happened in Calaveras County, California, in the 1920s when a rancher digging post holes stumbled on a number of skulls. Later, it was found out that they were all murder victims. Young men mostly. They vanished. And no one knows who owned the saloon they were in when they were waylaid, robbed, and murdered.

Of course, the same thing happened in many places in the West. And of course, there were those rough and tumble saloons where patrons may have had to fight their way to the door to get out without being cleaned out or killed. And while brawls were common and gunplay in saloons was actually fairly rare, there were those who were rolled in an ally for everything that had.

Saloons were different and had different vices. Some were very violent while others took every precaution to ensure that they were not. There were notorious saloons where a bartender may slip someone a "Mickey Finn" to knock them out and rob them or Shanghaiing them by selling them to a waiting ship as was popular on the Barbary Coast of San Francisco. I have written in the past about the seedy sorts, the unemployed, the drifters, the bummers like the young Wyatt Earp who was a thorn in the side of local lawmen, those who were asked to leave told with a Vigilance Committee's necktie coaxing them to do so.

We all know of the prostitutes, the crooked gamblers, the cheats, the outlaws, the con artists, the wannabe tough guys who were like Doc Holliday who spun tales of how tough he was by boasting about the number of men he had killed. In Holliday's case, he made the dregs of society that hung around saloons believe that he had killed at least 16 men. And no, even though most towns that he was in over the years had newspapers, there are no stories of his killing anyone except for the story in the Tombstone Nugget and the Tombstone Epitaph about his killing Tom McLaury during what is now called the gunfight near the OK Corral.

So yes, we know that many saloons were in many cases just clip-joints and dives. Well, let's talk about the other side of the story when it comes to saloons. During the Old West, as surprising as it sounds, not everyone drank to excess, gambled their wages away, cheated someone, Shanghaied a traveler, or lost their claims or ranches on a hand of poker. While I can't say what the percentage of them were up-and-up, there were saloons that were more than just holes in the wall for hangouts for outlaws. The fact is, many were social centers where people just hung out and socialized. In contrast, a respectable saloon may position people to monitor their employees -- the same as what goes on today in modern casinos.

We all know that Mexican cantinas could be found in California, Arizona, Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Texas, in the Indian Territory, and elsewhere when Americans first arrived on the scene. But saloons were a tradition that Americans brought West. And socializing in saloons is a tradition that goes back to when we were still England's colonies and men gathered in what was known as "public houses" or what we know today as "pubs."

Pubs are places that are licensed to serve alcohol for consumption on the premises. There were "private houses" or "private clubs," but "public houses" first came about in the late 17th-century as inns, alehouses, and taverns. So where did the term "saloon" come from? In England, a separate gaming or entertainment room, sometimes large enough for huge gatherings was called a "salon." A form of salon was a "large hall in a public place for entertainment" such as singing, gaming, or sports including billiards.

There is a story about an 18th-century pub that had a salon, a large section for entertainment, in it where the establishment also had a duck pond open to its patrons. The story goes that their duck pond was at the back of their building, and for a small fee, drinkers could shoot at the ducks. Sounds like interesting entertainment.

Americans took the word "salon" and changed it over time. It is believed that the first saloon West of the Mississippi River was established at Brown's Hole, Wyoming, in 1822. It was built to serve fur trappers. By 1841, the term saloon was much more widespread and pretty much evolved into its present-day meaning of a place where drinking, card games, billiards, singing, and dancing could be had. Saloons became specialized places of entertainment such as dance halls, gambling halls, card rooms, music halls, theaters having all sorts of acts including what became known as "variety shows." Some places offered stage acts such as minstrel shows, dramas, and comedies. All while patrons were served drinks and meals at their tables.

Saloons were built to attract men. While some started out only being able to accommodate a few men at a time, the ones that prospered grew over time. They catered to working men with money. They sought miners, soldiers, lumberjacks, businessmen, merchants, salesmen, clerks, blacksmiths, sailors, and every other sort of occupation depending on their location. If they were on the Barbary Coast of San Francisco, they catered to ship's crews, seamen, stevedores, shippers, and travelers. If they were in a boomtown, they targeted miners and merchants. Cattle town saloons flourished during the trail drives on cowhands and their money. Of course, saloons were just one of the many businesses that struck it rich during the cattle drives and the mining booms. Most made a lot of money until the boom went bust.

As for working ranchhands who lived and worked on a ranch near a town? After sitting a saddle all day during gatherings or doing one of the many tasks it takes to keep a ranch in shape, believe it or not, most cowhands were known to try to catch up on needed sleep. So no, cowboys didn't usually stray off their ranch and ride 10 or 20 miles just to have to ride back 10 or 20 miles to work before morning. Because of the distance from towns of most ranches, most cowhands stayed on their ranch until Saturday night or Sunday.

I was asked recently if saloons were all dirty seedy places on the frontier? Not all. Most may have started in a tent with water barrels holding up a few boards as a "bar" and maybe a single table, but the idea was to grow their business. Square, false-front, wooden structures, in the beginning, were a step up from the tents. But frankly, they used tent material as roofing. The idea was to keep the customers dry and content so that they would stick around and buy drinks. As for tents, they had dirt floors. Wooden buildings usually had floors made of wood, some even made sure they had crawl spaces so that they would be able to harvest spilled gold dust. And also, there were methods of stealing from the boss that we will go into some other time.

While it's said that the only thing good about early saloon offered was bad whiskey and a place to sit a spell, most tried to be clean well-lit friendly places. Yes, they tried to be friendly. And yes, I will be talking about that in a moment or two.

While most attempted to emulate the plush pubs and taverns found in the East, there were saloons completely unique and reflected the West. It's true, while there were places with fancy wallpaper and very plush, others adorned their saloons with buffalo heads, LongHorn cattle horns, antlers, and stuffed-game of all sorts and sizes. Of course, there were saloons with paintings of naked women behind the bar. But most actually placed mirrors behind the bar, and there was a reason for that. It was for the bartender's safety. Mirrors enabled a bartender to watch his back when he turned away from the customers and faced the register.

As for targeting customers? Saloons sprang up where the people were. The idea of some lone saloon out in the middle of nowhere was unheard of. And before someone writes to remind me about Judge Roy Bean's Jersey Lilly and how it sat in the middle of nowhere, let's remember that it didn't start out that way. 

Roy Bean arrived during the completion of the railroad through that area and erected a small tent saloon on railroad company land. He later built the famous wooden structure that we all know today. After the railroad workers left, he hung in there and used the saloon as his headquarters when he became an authorized Justice of the Peace and notary public. He called himself the "Law West of the Pecos." Of course, that is the other aspect of saloons that some folks forget about, as in most cases, because of their size and ability to hold large gatherings, whether it was in mining camps or in boomtowns, larger saloons were used as places to hold court proceedings. 

Saloons in cattle towns at the end of the trail catered to cowhands flush with cash coming off months on the trail. After a cowhand would get a shave, haircut, bath, buy new clothes, boots, hat, maybe a new saddle, and his horse, he would finally hit the saloons. Saloons near forts targeted soldiers and loved their paydays. Mining boomtowns attempted to get as much gold and silver out of the pockets of miners. And of course, they all attempted to squeeze the general public for as much as they could while their competitions did the same. As for saloons being safe, comfortable, clean, well-lit, friendly places, we forget that saloons did everything they could to make their places welcoming. An unwelcoming saloon died of lack of customers no different than they do today.

Saloons were business and huge investments. Because of that, we should remember that owners would provide security, but also attempted to entice and bribe local lawmen to hang out in their place so they would have a "badge" present. We've all heard the story of Wild Bill Hickok hanging out in the saloon gambling more than doing his job as a lawman. That was probably the reason he wasn't a lawman very long both times that he wore a badge.

As with any business out to make money off the public, saloon owners came up with novelty ideas like having a piano, barbershop quartet singing, small orchestras, and even offered free lunches to draw customers into their saloon. 

The "free lunch" was a gimmick to draw customers. Saloons offered a sandwich at no cost. The idea was that it would attract customers and increase revenues while also stealing customers from other saloons that didn't offer the same. For years, it was not uncommon for customers to enter a saloon, make themselves a sandwich with all the fixings, and have a beer for a nickel. 

Believe it or not, it was a tradition that was once commonplace in saloons throughout the West. Most saloons that offered a "free lunch" only required that the customer pays for one drink. The hope, and really the expectation, on the part of the owner, was that most customers would buy more than one drink. Of course, there was what most of us know as the "bum's rush." That was a practice of a barman or bouncer grabbing someone by the pants and shirt and tossing them out the door. It is what would happen when a vagrant entered a saloon, hoping to take advantage of a "free lunch" counter which was meant for drinkers only. Yes, there were freeloaders in the Old West as well. In those days, they would be forcibly removed from the premises.

Other than dealing with bums, trouble-makers, and freeloaders, building "Good Will" was not unheard of in the business world even back then. The free lunch was used as a way to build patronage and help establish a welcoming reputation. Saloon owners knew that "word-of-mouth" could kill their establishment. That's why saloons employed bouncers. That's what they did what they could to make their places enjoyable but not avoidable. Like most businesses today, owners were worried about their reputations and acted in ways so to not to push customers away. Frankly, it's a concept that seems lost on many businesses today. Some businesses today seem to be going out of their way to alienate their customer base.

In the first saloons, especially before the Eastern distillers started shipping the "good stuff" West, rot-gut poor-quality liquor, the stuff that had was potentially toxic, was everywhere. Known under dozens of different names including Cactus Juice, Bottled Courage, Snake Bite, Gun Oil, Firewater, Tanglefoot, Dynamite, Forty-Rod, Red Eye, Coffin Varnish, Tarantula Juice, Taos Lightning, or simply Bug Juice, most of the rot-gut whiskey was 100 proof and used the same formula of combining raw alcohol, burnt sugar, water, and chewing tobacco for that caramel color. To give it an extra "kick," some owners were known to cut a batch with ammonia, turpentine, cayenne, and even gunpowder.

The hazards of drinking rot-gut whiskey were not lost on those buying drinks. To stop from drinking the rot-gut whiskey offered in most places, customers were known to request mixed cocktail concoctions. While some were simply whiskey and water, others were fairly elaborate. One such cocktail was blackberry liquor and whiskey. Some say that concoction is known as a Mule Skinner. While real wine was popular, including Sangria, a popular drink known as Cactus Wine which was a combination of tequila and peyote tea.

As for beer? Beer on the frontier was served at room temperature since refrigeration was not invented yet. It's true. Unlike Americans today, no one back in the day expected their glass to be ice-cold. It was Adolphus Busch who introduced refrigeration and pasteurization of beer in 1880 with his Budweiser brand. Before refrigeration, saloon owners tried various ways of keeping beer as cool as possible. For example, in some places, beer kegs were stored in root sellers with the wine. Some saloons kept the beer in kegs stored behind the bar and far away from the woodstove. Some saloons actually made their own beer. This was especially true in German communities.

So now, if it was a place that picked up the reputation of serving food that made customers sick or serving "rot-gut booze" made in the backroom, then a place can go under from lack of people walking in the door. If a saloon was too seedy and gained a reputation as a "clip joint" where customers were cheated, customers stayed away. If it was a place prone to attracting badmen and outlaws and garnered a reputation of not being very safe, then customers stayed away.

Keep in mind that, like the public houses, the inns, and taverns in the East, these were social centers where people gathered. It was there that men discussed topics ranging from cattle prices to news events while trying to relax. If they didn't feel safe, secure, or comfortable, they went somewhere else -- no differently than we do today. Think about this, when was the last time you went to a place known for drug dealers and a criminal element or patronized a place known to have been closed down by the health department? When was the last time you decided to go to a place that you may have heard was known for trouble, had bad service, lousy food, or was filthy?

People are people and the fact is that life was not very different in the Old West in that respect. As for avoiding trouble, most did that for reasons of safety no different than we do today. And before you write to me to say that towns were limited to only one or two saloons, keep in mind that that wasn't the way it was in the Old West -- especially in railheads and boomtowns.

For example, I visited Tombstone, Arizona, in the late-1980s and was extremely surprised at how small it was. I remember being very surprised to find out that Tombstone had 20 saloons by 1880 which was just a year after Schieffelin struck silver there. But here's more, according to the Tombstone Chamber of Commerce, by 1881, "Tombstone was home to more than 100 saloons, a multitude of eateries, a huge red-light district, a larger popular of Chinese, newspapers, churches, schools, and one of the original Arizona community swimming pools, which is still being used today."

So really, the hard-working people of Tombstone had a choice of where they wanted to spend their money. Were there those who wanted to buck the tiger at a faro table? Absolutely. And as we know, there were saloons that had gambling, but not all did. As for someone wanting to gamble, they didn't have to go to some clip-joint that was known for cheating folks. By 1881, they had more than 100 others to choose from. So it's not as if they had to go to just one place to try their luck.

And if you're thinking that not all boomtowns had more than 100 saloons at their peak, most had a lot more saloons than most think. Some towns had less and some had more. For example, we've all heard of Dodge City, Kansas, in the 1870s had its famous Long Branch Saloon. But it's a fact that the Long Branch Saloon was just one of more than 20 other saloons in that town during Dodge City's rowdy days.

In the settlement of Leavenworth, Kansas, there were more than 150 saloons in the 1880s. As for the boomtown of Virginia City, Nevada, by the late 1870s, it had 30,000 residents and over 150 saloons. During the Alaska Gold Rush, Skagway is said to have had as many as 80 saloons in 1897. In Nome, Alaska, in 1901, there were over 46 saloons. It's no wonder Wyatt Earp's Nome's saloon didn't make it with that sort of competition.

If you look at which ones lasted the test of time. The clip joints, those shady holes in the wall, those places where good hard-working folks felt threatened and didn't patronize, they didn't last and died. Mostly, it was purely business. Most seedy places simply couldn't stay afloat if all they did was cater to the dregs of society when trying to stay afloat. And here's something else, for the most part, saloons were men's clubs. While one would find a saloon girl serving or cooking, or a "shady lady" attempting to ply their trade, women did not enter saloons as customers until after World War I.

So now, I hope that I've answered the question about saloons that many of you have put to me. While Hollywood would love to make us think that every saloon was the same and that they were all simply places filled with killers and card-cheats, that's not true. Not all saloons in the Old West were seedy joints, honky-tonks which was not what a classy place was called, or places where shootings took place routinely.

As I said earlier, when looking at the evidence of shootings in saloons, they were very rare. And frankly, that's the same reason why murders in the Old West made such big news, they were very rare and were seen as a cause for outrage. They were an affront to civilized behavior and people didn't put up with it. In reality, the town's gallows were no different than a saloons' spittoon. Both were used to keep folks civilized. One was used to keep badmen in check while the other was used to ensure folks didn't spit on the floor. 

As social centers, saloons were the place to go for a man to relax and hear the latest news and gossip. As I said before, brawls took place. But it was not unheard of for fistfights to spill outside into a street where the combatants could slug it out in the manure. 

Did the fights sort of flow that way? No. Saloons employed bouncers to make sure that such things were taken outside. Bouncers were known to bounce brawlers out the swinging doors using the same "bum's rush" they used on vagrants. Let's remember, saloon owners had an investment to protect. So instead of allowing brawlers to bust up the furniture, which was very expensive to replace, and bother the customers, brawlers were usually shown the door.

That was the real Old West.

Tom Correa

Monday, March 22, 2021

More Than Just A Coincidence

First, I'm sorry for not posting very much these days. Besides being busy trying to wrap up my second book, I've been on the mend lately. No, not COVID. Just aches and pains of pushing myself too hard digging post holes and repairing my stable. 

Instead of talking about Old West history, which seems to be what more folks are interested in these days, let me answer a letter to a long-time reader who wants to know if I gamble? I was writing an email back to answer her when I thought this might be a fun story to relate to you. It has to do with why I don't gamble. 

There are two Indian casinos relatively close to where I live. If either of them depended on my contributions to stay open, they'd close for certain. No, I am not a gambler by any stretch of the imagination. I've known people who were and are, but that's not me. 

Why not, you ask. Well, it has to do with a lesson that I was taught back in the early-1980s. I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area and found myself with about $400 in my pocket and two weeks off work. I decided that I wanted to get out of Dodge, as they say, and do a few things that I put off doing. 

Because I had worked many extra hours, I found myself with time off and money to spend on myself. So what did I want to do? Go camping in the Sierra Nevada Mountains in a place called Hope Valley. The camping was great there, quiet and beautiful, and the fishing was good in the nearby lakes. But before going camping, I figured that I would take a quick trip to Reno, Nevada, about an hour away from Hope Valley. 

I had always wanted to try every game in a casino in a serious way. Frankly, I had never really been a gambler simply because I saw it as throwing away hard-earned money. But, there was that part of me that wanted to try my hand at some serious gambling if I ever had the money to do it. 

After arriving in Reno, I checked out Reno for a bit before I pulled into a gas station to top off my Jeep. I then found the casino that my friends recommended as being "lucky." Before going into the casino, I had one of those steak and eggs breakfasts for $2 that were so common back in the day. 

After lunch, I wandered into the slot machine area and played for a little while until I was let into a poker game. It was Five Card Draw. I had played a little poker in High School and the Marine Corps, while it was not difficult -- it was a lot more serious.

I was actually surprised that I was ahead at that point. After playing poker, I played roulette for a while. Roulette is a game using a spinning wheel with either 38 red and black numbered pockets. Before the wheel is turned, players bet on where the ball will land. The roulette wheel is spun in one direction while the dealer sends a ball round it in the other direction. I learned that trying to will a ball to land where you want it to land is a silly exercise. One's chance with a poker hand sure beats waiting for a small ball to land where you want it to.

After roulette, I sat at a Blackjack table. As most know, Blackjack's goal is to beat the dealer's hand without going over 21. Each player starts with two cards. To "Hit" is to ask for another card. One of the dealer's cards is hidden until the end. Face cards are worth 10. If you go over 21, you "bust," and the dealer wins regardless of the dealer's hand. While this was one of those games you learn as a kid and play at home, I played in the Marine Corps. It was on that day that I learned the finer points of losing gracefully.

I followed my Dad's advice about playing Keno during dinner. And believe it or not, I got a little lucky at Keno. After dinner, I found a friendly crap table that held on to my attention for quite a while. After that, I was back at the slot machines. The night sped by fairly quickly. I had been there for hours of playing all of the games. It was late, and surprisingly I wasn't loaded on the "complimentary drinks." 

In those days, casinos gave out "complimentary drinks" to loosen up their "guests." While to the public, those the visitors are referred to as "guests" -- most casinos referred to those there as "suckers." And really, I doubt that's changed over the years.

It was about when I was playing the slots when I realized that I lost a lot more than I made that night. I figured out later that while I made a few dollars at poker and Keno, I lost at Blackjack, the dice table, and the slots. 

Just so people understand something about those days. At the time, gas was about .60 a gallon in California and Nevada. Cheap motels were all over the place. In Reno, casinos put out a steak and eggs breakfast for $2 just to get folks in their doors. While things were cheaper back then, we certainly didn't make the hourly wages that people are making today. 

As for our money going further, the $400 that I arrived with was the equivalent purchasing power to about $1,500 today. Of course, those were the days before ATM machines when needing more cash. In those days, you had to cash a check if you wanted more funds. And really, checks couldn't be cashed 24 hours a day. 

So now, it was after two in the morning. I arrived to try every game that I could, and I did it with no real luck at doubling my money. While I wanted to try every game there, I really thought, like most who go to casinos, that I would be able to double my money or better. Well, it was now going on three o'clock in the morning, and I had maybe $40 left of that $400. So much for doubling my money. 

A gal came through to offer a complimentary drink, and I asked for coffee. She was nice and asked if I wanted another whiskey and seven. I told her that I was getting on the road and heading out. I remember thinking about how I had my camping equipment in my Jeep and how I did have enough gas to get me to Hope Valley to go camping and home later. My Jeep was also loaded with my groceries. I remember thinking, of course, if worse came to worse, I could find a bank to cash a check in the morning. I was getting ready to leave when I was stopped while walking by a Wheel of Fortune dealer. 

Also known as a Big Six Wheel, Big Wheel, Lucky Wheel, and a Money Wheel, a Wheel of Fortune is a big vertical wheel where a player bets on the number it will stop on. The odds are conveniently the same as the number. The top of the wheel stood about 7 or 8 feet in the air. It was divided into 54 equal segments separated by pins or spokes. Each segment was associated with a number that corresponded to a dollar amount. The game also used two different symbols in the segments and have different odds if a symbol is selected. For example, the symbols are $1, $2, $5, $10 and $20 bills. If memory serves me right, there were two special symbols, a joker and the casino logo. 

The $1 bills pay at odds of 1 to 1, the $2 bills at 2 to 1, the $5 bills at 5 to 1, and so on. If I remember right, the joker and the casino's logo segments paid at the odds of 40 to 1. I've heard of some casinos used to have their logo pay at odds of 45 to 1 or even 50 to 1, but I've never seen that. A player has less and less of a chance to hit the $5, $10, and $20 because only a few segments have those bills. There are only two of the 40-1 joker and casino logo on the whole wheel.

The wheel is spun by a dealer, and the winning segment is indicated by a pointer mounted on a flexible piece of rubber or leather, which also rubs against the pins to impart friction and slow the wheel down. 

The house advantage or its "edge," which is the proportion of the stakes that the casino expects to win on average, is one of the highest of most casino games. That's why the game has been around for so long. Let's be honest here, casinos don't build their huge casinos and hotels by losing. The odds are always in favor of the house. It has the edge. 

I was not naive to the fact that the percentage is always in favor of the house. I knew that when I was playing slots, dice, roulette, and Blackjack. 

The dealer was a nice guy standing next to the wheel. He stopped me to say that I had a few of the people there talking about me. I was surprised by his comment and asked what that was all about. I remember how he told me that "guests" usually come in for an hour or so and then leave. Some of the casino workers thought I may have been some sort of a gaming inspector because I had been there playing so many different games for so many hours. Some there thought I was checking on things. 

I laughed and told him that those types don't hang around all day drawing exposure to themselves. Inspectors are usually in and out under the radar. I told him that I had some time off and was going camping. I told him what my visit was all about and how I simply wanted to play as many games as I could afford to play -- if for any other reason just so I can say that I did. 

When he asked me how that was going, I admitted that I was almost broke. I also told him that I was loading up on caffeine before hitting the road. It was almost 3am, and the place was fairly deserted. The dealer asked me if I had tried his wheel before he arrived for work?

I told him that I hadn't. He asked me why not since it is one of the games? When I again told him that I was almost broke by then, he asked if I had $20 left. When I said that I did, he said that I should put it on the Joker. The 40-1 spot. Yes, he wanted me to bet half of what I had left on one of the spots with the worse odds. The very worse. 

I remember telling him that I thought that was crazy. And looking back on it today, I have no idea what I was thinking. The place was dead at that time of night. More people were cleaning up the place, dusting, and vacuuming the carpets than there was gambling at the time. The bartender was restocking, and the gal with my coffee just walked up when I placed a $20 bill on the Joker. It was a crazy bet.   

The dealer nodded while replacing my $20 note with a $20 chip. He then gave the wheel a pull and showed me his open hands. I sat there talking with the dealer while trying not to show how much I wanted it to hit. The wheel ticked away. Fast at first. Then slower. And then it stopped. 

Lights came on, a siren sounded, and the dealer nodded. It landed on the Joker, and the dealer very professionally counted out $800 in chips. He then pushed the chips toward me. 

I looked at him and said thanks. He smiled and told me, "You're welcome. You should get this cashed in before leaving. You are leaving, aren't you."

Do I think my talking with the dealer in the dead of the night when he was bored and no one was around had something to do with how that Wheel of Fortune stopped? I don't know. But, it has always felt like more than a coincidence.

Tom Correa