They say newspapers are dying

William "Wild Bill" Rivas

JUST DON’T TELL WILD BILL THAT. You can find him on Don Diego Street (near Dulce Capital) each morning with a stack of freshly printed Santa Fe New Mexicans. He was born in Piedras Negras, Mexico, and moved to the U.S. when he was ten. He was married for 20 years, and is still close to his daughter and two sons, but prefers talking about art, fishing, and pool.

I’ve been in Santa Fe since 1960. I’m a local artist…a high-paid artist.

I do pen-and-ink drawings for the New Mexican and for the Department of Game & Fish. I also do photography for Game & Fish.

I’ve been on this corner selling papers for 18 years. I’m out here every day, even in rain or snow.

I’m a good fisherman. I caught a 60-pound catfish in Abiquiú Lake. In Sacramento, I caught a sturgeon that was 104 inches long.

I’m also a good pool player…used to have a team that played all around the country. I beat Minnesota Fats in the ’60s.

I love drawing. I love being an artist, and I love newspapers. On Fridays, I sell about 120 papers. I’m good at it…been doing it a while.

 

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