My visit to TombstoneMarch 12, 2007
Hmm. Today didn’t exactly go as planned.
I get to Tobstone dressed in a suit. I figure hey, I’ll blend. Nobody will notice that I look like Beetlejuice…
So, time to get a gun. One of the locals was good enough to point me in the right direction.
And then I went clothes shopping. Bam. I blend perfectly now:
Looking as studly as I do, women immediately flock to me.
Well ok, a woman… who came across me before I was able to fix the whole skin/eyes/hair/horns affair. “Howdy mistuh'” she says. Time to role-play…
So I pretend I’m the devil. Not all that hard. She’s the church organist, as it turns out. Perfect. I bring her to the bar…
… and JUST as I’m about to get her to commit the sin of inbibing alcohol, the locals show up.
Way to cramp my style Dudley Dooright. Ah well. I hang back for the rest of the evening, get rip-roaring drunk, and absorb the local entertainment.
Play that banjo boy!
Watch New World Notes this week for my full article on Tombstone!