I ran across this cool book while searching for a new calendar, and was reminded of an incident from my not-so-distant past.
My BigBro lives in Austin, Texas (don't get him started, please), and a few years ago sent me a calendar from his local diner that featured an illustration of a buxom Mexican beauty with straps of bullets across her chest and a gun slung on her back.
I thought it was lovely and generously thought it would be a great gift for my boyfriend at the time. (Yes, that one.) I gave it to him for Christmas and waited for the appreciative response. He opened it, looked at me blankly and said: "Why would you think I'd want this cheesy calendar?"
I should have sensed at that point that we weren't made for each other. What I saw as an ironic, iconic, folk-artsy hip piece of Tex-Mex Americana, he saw as a cheesy calendar. Which, to be fair, it was. But that wasn't the point.
Well, never mind. I wish I'd kept it. So, hey, Steve, send me another one!