Bisbee

Bisbee, Arizona is my home. Although I am currently living about 2,000 miles east - at the behest of the U.S. Army, my spirit is still floating around the Lavender Pit.

This is a town like no other that I have seen. Around 6,000 folks call it home on a permanent basis, but you really only see about a thousand or so. Those thousand come from all walks, all socio-economic backgrounds, all states of sanity, etc. As the saying goes, we are all here because we are not all there.

The characters like Pat Brennan, Joseph (last name withheld), Road Kill Bill who has a job - contrary to what he tells people - and Electric Dave all make this a quirky little end-of-the-road on the Mexican Border. The city council even has a guy named Maynard Krebs (or something like that) sitting on it. We have gratuitous nudity, belt sander races, collapsing mines, scorpions, herb schools, a girl named Jellybean Normal, art cars, smelly folks, clean folks, Dozer, St. Elmo's...the list could go on and on....

This is truly where I fit in society - or as my friend Emily loudly exclaimed when she first came to Bisbee, "I finally found my tribe!"