I was walking up Tombstone Canyon Blvd with Delmont. One of the houses along the street has a dog which barks loudly when she heard street noise. When we reached the house, Delmont let out a loud “Arf Arf Arf”. Then he grinned and said, “The dog was going to bark anyhow. I figure we may as well get our money’s worth.”
Delmont is an entrepreneur who bakes bread and sells it. Numerous residents of Old Bisbee buy his bread.
Other residents are concerned about the bread’s quality, because the health department has never checked Delmont’s bakery.
Bubba and Myrtle are in the category of don’t trust uninspected products.
They had some guests over the other day. Their guests gave them a couple loaves of bread. They didn’t realise that they were from Delmont’s bakery. They seem to have survived the occasion.
I took a walk around the block this evening. The temperature was warmer then it has been lately.
I saw Aqualung sitting on the bus stop across the street from the Circle K. He appeared to be sober, believe it or not. I haven’t seen him since last fall.
Aqualung: “Hey Pops. Wanna buy some vodka?”
[I assume that I was to buy it and give it to him.]
Roger: No thanks, I don’t drink.
Roger: Where have you been?
[It seems that the wall was keeping the wrong people out.]
Last Monday we had a strong thunderstorm. After the rain storm, I wanted to see how much water was running in the ditch behind our house.
As I walked out of the house, I heard a voice saying, “Oh this is where you live”. It was Mark. I told him what I was checking to see how much water was running in the ditch. The water in the ditch was running only about 2 inches deep.
He said, “I’d like to sleep beside the ditch except that the bugs would eat me alive. And I would like to sleep with girls. I remember when the mosquitos were so bad that we had to go inside to get laid.”
He continued to reminisce. “The girls used to like me when I was younger. But that was when I had money, and I had all my teeth.”
I told him that he would be part of my next story.
Old Bisbee has a reputation for ghost sightings. Of course where there are reportedly a lot of ghost sightings, there are charlatans who have figured out how to make a buck on the search for the apparitions. There are tours specifically to go through town after dark to hear the stories about the ghosts.
There is a mural that was done by Rose Johnson* on the Circle K entitled “Historic Bisbee”. At the edge of the mural, is a woman who is somewhat ethereal. Of course, some viewers see a ghost. Rather than listen to the guide, one of the tourists interrupted, “Is that woman really a ghost?”
* Rose Johnson was one of Bisbee’s more famous artists.
I was walking home the Friday of Gay Pride week end. Monica was with some of her friends. Her pastor had given her some flyers for her to give out to people at Bisbee Pride. She and her friends were joking about the flyers.
They were all wearing rainbow colors, except for her. She was dressed in blue jeans and a non-descript t-shirt. I only got a glimpse of the flyers, which said something like “Gays Repent”.
Suddenly I heard an “Oh Shit” from Monica, the blue-jeaned girl. She tried to hide her flyers.
Another cluster of girls was pouring out of the Circle K. The two groups hugged each other.
Except for Monica. She ran away at a 45 degree angle with her flyers.
She threw the flyers away when she was off in the shadows.
A silversmith, “Silver Czar”, has taken over the used bookstore, “Atalantas”. The change in occupancy, has among other changes, implied that the pay phone is gone. Atalantas had a pay phone for those who had no other means of making phone calls. [Who doesn’t have a cell phone these days?]
In Old Bisbee there are also a couple of non-functioning pieces from the era of pay phones. The Circle K has the symbol of a pay phone attached to the pipe that holds its prices, but no pay phones. Next to the Old Bisbee post office are two pay phone bodies with all external cords having been ripped off.
Delmont is playing the beggar at the Circle K today. His slogan today is “I need a 6-pack today, tomorrow I go back to work.”
I had the audacity to ask him what kind of job he has. Delmont says, “Come on, Roger, you oughta know by now that I am a local bread maker.”
Delmont, the guy that “works” the Circle K, often uses his proceeds to buy alcohol. In general he is a friendly fellow but when he has been drinking he is rather loud, although still not particularly threatening. One evening he was announcing to all within earshot. “I’m a bastard, I was born that way”.
During one of his sober streches, he remembered that he had learned to bake bread as a kid. He began to bake banana bread. Many Bisbee-ites began to buy his breads.
The other evening I encountered Delmont. He greeted me. Then he showed me how time flies to some in Bisbee. “In all the years that I have known you, you are always walking.” We have only lived in Bisbee for about three years.
Maybe it is time to buy some of Delmont’s bread.
I went into the Circle K to get a candy bar after taking my around-the-block walk. As I entered the Circle K, I saw that Barry’s van was running. Since Barry was operating the till, I figured that he must have inadvertently forgotten to turn off his vehicle.
I asked if he knew that his van was running. He answered, “Yes, I am warming it up. Otherwise my hands will be frozen to the wheel by the time I reach the traffic circle.”
The temperature was about 32 degrees in Bisbee. Imagine if he were stranded in Minnesota.