A hundred years ago the Copper Queen Mine was booming, and Bisbee was the biggest town between St. Louis and San Francisco. The mine closed in the 70s, and the hippies moved in. Already charming, the town became whimsical and super quirky. Sadly, the deep and wide Lavender Pit, mountains of tailings, and heavy metal contamination mar the landscape. But in its favor, the climate is lovely year round. At around 5,500 feet, Bisbee residents keep their windows open most of the year.
He invited us up, and we discovered musical instruments were scattered all over the storefront kitchen. We immediately started jamming! His girlfriend Amber snapped a video.
After that it was naptime, card games with the family, and food! Late that night Auntie Em told us the romantic and melancholy story of a celebrated local music couple, Nowhere Man and Whiskey Girl.
After a quiet night we awoke to Christmas Eve Tuesday! It was a bright sunny day, just like all the others we’d seen in Bisbee. We went straight to the balcony of the Stock Exchange. We serenaded the townfolk strolling below us. In between cooking hamburgers on the grill, Markus joined us. It was clear he’d played a lot of country and rockabilly music. He’s a fantastic doghouse slap-bass player.
Many delightful locals came up to meet us and encourage us to move to Bisbee. Some notables were the colorful folk-artist Philip Estrada, who carried a painted doll on a broom. C-Sharp, an original hippy from California who jammed with us on harmonica. The sunshine, the friends, the music, the street scene, it was the perfect afternoon.
The people there were very kind and loved the music. There was nothing to be afraid of. Having been in town for a few days we were starting to remember faces and names. It was fun to see familiar faces in the audiences, especially Naomi, Frank, Lisa and Ariel. Thanks guys!
Next morning very early we said our goodbyes to Aunty Em and Bisbee and set sail for the grueling drive back. This time we were in a hurry and didn’t stop much. We parted ways with my parents at the train station in Fort Worth TX. They were traveling on, but it was time for us to go back to OKC.
We boarded the Heartland Flyer, which clearly could have been named the Fartland Flyer. Whew! We made it back to OKC Friday night, and caught a ride home from the Bricktown train station with Casey’s cousin Cory! Home again!
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