By Geno Lawrenzi
From page 22 of the January, 2013 issue of Lost Treasure
Copyright © 2013 Lost Treasure, Inc. all rights reserved
Joe Wilcox could sure get a fellow’s attention.
We were having coffee and deep-dish apple pie at Bill Johnson’s, a popular restaurant on Van Buren Street in Phoenix, Arizona.
The place was owned by Bill Johnson, a colorful cowboy type who was famous for his “We don’t fool you, we feed you” breakfasts that featured thick-slabbed bacon, ham, Texas toast, and bottomless coffee served by cute, perky waitresses in cowgirl outfits and toting guns.
Wilcox and his family operated two Indian arts jewelry stores in Phoenix and Sedona.
I was working as a reporter for the Phoenix Gazette, a daily newspaper, and Joe and I had become friends after going on a mountain lion hunting excursion into the Superstition Mountains on horseback.