As I was walking home, I encountered a friend. He had run out of pot, so he had drunk a couple Bloody Marys. Maybe it messed him up a bit.
When I had first met him, he said that Bisbee had good people.
“And those that aren’t?”
“We pray for them.”
This time I asked him if I could send him my blog entries. He said no. He never gets on the computer anymore, because it is the work of the devil. Nobody really communicates any more. They report details of their life on Facebook or a blog, but don’t talk to the guy across from them.
Ouch. Maybe now I am one of the guys he prays for.
Edward was sitting at the bar at the Grand. I was moving at a good clip this particular day. I passed Alex at about the same time that I passed the Grand. I was not aware of Edward at the Grand.
For whatever reason, Edward decided that he would like to greet me with an epithet that he had never used to greet me before. He for some unknown reason decided to greet me as Wolf Man. Interestingly enough the epithet, Wolf Man, could apply to either me or Alex. Because I had never been called Wolf Man before, I didn’t respond to Edward’s greeting, although I did realize who he was, and that the greeting/epithet was directed to me. I am not sure whether Alex knew either Edward or me. In any case, Alex may have assumed that the epithet has hurled at him.
Quickly, Edward and I both understood the gestalt of the situation. Edward again called me Wolf Man, I responded as though this were a common nickname, at which point, Edward said to me, “Sorry, I have had a few.”
Hey, Minsky, put this into one of your frames.
One of the first car trips that Cheri and I made to the Eastern Sierra after we were married included a stop at the Devil’s Postpile.
I had spent numerous motorcycle trips exploring the Eastern Sierra. Since this was one of our first car trips, we had opportunity to talk as we traveled along highway 395. Along the way Cheri asked me several times if I had ever been to X where X was a place that I had been to on motorcycle trips. Each time I answered “Yes”, and continued to drive along 395. I finally got it; if I had translated it to, “Let’s go see” X, we would have started to explore the Eastern Sierra sooner.
Old Bisbee has an interesting set of bulletin boards, the wooden poles around town. When a business wishes to advertise an event they make flyers, but often they only put them up the day before the event. Those who are lucky enough to read the pole advertisements know about the given event, but those that don’t will miss the event.
As if this isn’t bad enough, often the flyers stay on the poles for a month or two. The poles roughly act as a history of Old Bisbee events.
Downtown in Old Bisbee is the conjunction of two canyons, Tombstone Canyon and Brewery Gulch; during a thunderstorm there can be a large quantity of water flowing down these canyons. Tombstone Canyon Blvd. has a long, deep ditch* to handle the rainfall overflow. The ditch runs on either side of the street as it follows the canyon.
This past summer the pipes were repainted; red for No Parking, and white or silver for legal parking. They look nicer and should prevent people from parking in dangerous places i.e. ‘the red pipe areas’. As another safety feature the speed limits along Tombstone Canyon Blvd are either 15 mph or 25 mph.
Today as I walked downtown, I saw there were many vehicles with flashing lights. As I got closer I saw that there were ladders in the ditch. Apparently, someone had barreled along Tombstone Canyon Blvd, overshot the curve, went through the pipe barrier, and crashed into the ditch.
The driver was rescued, and air-lifted to Tucson. After the car was lifted out of the ditch, the damage to the car was extensive. However, the car started and was able to be driven onto the tow truck.
The next issue is pipe safety – gas, water, and other pipes that are within the ditches.
When I first met Joel in Bisbee, he was clean-shaven because he was doing seasonal work for one of America’s delivery companies. I understand the need for a guy to look like middle-America; understand but disagree. I have a full beard, and have had one for over 40 years.
Joel grows a beard quickly. I was impressed when I saw him after Christmas. He had grown a full beard over the holidays.
Just yesterday I saw Joel again. He was again clean-shaven. And again it was because he was interviewing for a job; a job with a growing company. I asked him which company. He said the new medical marijuana dispensary on the edge of town.
It was the Saturday before Halloween in Old Bisbee. The temperatures were fairly cool. Half the town was dressed in costume.
As I entered the Grand Saloon I was greeted by someone who had a mask with a long beard. “Hello Bro.” The difference is that I wear my face and beard year-around.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a sparkling water. From conversations around me, I realized that there were a fair amount of people visiting town from Phoenix or Tucson. When they find that I live in Bisbee, they respond with an envious, “I wish I could.”
An attractive young lady was dressed very scantily. She was dressed as an exhibitionist or a stripper. I asked her if she wasn’t cold dressed such as she was. She said that it wasn’t so cold because she was drinking whiskey.
Aha, that’s why I was cold, I didn’t have any anti-freeze.
Jim and I walked into the Mimosa Market. We encountered a fellow that I hadn’t seen since fall. In the summer and fall I had seen him walking down Tombstone Canyon Blvd, barefoot and wearing a burlap dress. At this point he was wearing a pair of work boots, a jacket, and carrying a ukulele.
I introduced myself, and he said his name was Al. I said that the weather must have altered his attire. He said , “No, I still go barefoot and wear a dress, in general. But right now I am coming from work.”
I expressed surprise that he would go barefoot in this weather. He said, “No. Winter is my favorite season.” I decided that I would go to purchase a couple of candy bars. Jim and Al had a conversation, that was out of earshot from me.
When Jim caught up to me, he commented that he had had an interesting conversation with Al about music; little did I know that Jim had a violin in the trunk of his Miata.
[Tonight the temperatures in Bisbee are going down to the mid-teens Fahrenheit. I hope that even the barefoot musician wears socks.]
There were signs around old Bisbee about a revival meeting that was going to be held in the Convention Center at 4 that afternoon. At about 3:30 I saw a woman carrying a batch of store-boughten chocolate chip cookies into the Convention Center.
I walked up Tombstone Canyon Blvd for a ways, and I saw C-Sharp, a local street musician. I listened to one of his songs, and tipped him a dollar. Then C-Sharp collected his tips, and packed up his guitar. He told me that there was a show happening at 4. Anyway the sun was setting.
Then as he packed up his guitar, he said that he wouldn’t be there except for the sun. Or did he mean Son?
I was crossing the street to Grassy Park in downtown Bisbee. Ahead of me was a man taking a picture of his wife and two daughters. I was presented with options – walk around the the three females, walk through the photographer’s view, or offer to take a picture of the 4 of them.
I remembered a meeting of shopkeepers where the slogan thrown around the tables was “Embrace the Tourist”. Usually I wouldn’t offer to take a picture for them, but they were situated so close to me.
My orientation changed ever so slightly. The woman immediately said “Sir, we are trying to take a picture.” She was dissing me in order to protect her and her daughters. Her husband said quietly, “He was just offering to take our photograph.”
I laughed loudly, and decided that next time I will just walk obliviously through the photographer’s view.