This Christmas, Casey and I hitched a ride to Bisbee, Arizona. The plan was to visit Aunty Em, a retiree from Las Vegas. Bisbee is a long drive from Oklahoma City. It took three days. Five family members were packed in the car: my parents, son August, and us. On the way we visited Midland TX, Carlsbad Caverns, Las Cruces NM, and Portal AZ, before we reached the old mining town.
One bright morning, back when Casey and I were still playing in Burlap Tuxedo, before there was a HonkyTonk StepChild, we were cruising down May Avenue. We were passing the Dunkin’ Donuts when I misread a sign, “Coffee Jesus!?” I exclaimed. “No,” Casey explained, “that says Coffee Jobs, but I like that. Coffee Jesus has a ring to it.”
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