Leaving Bisbee was hard, as leaving any truly great place is. But sometimes in life, you have to make hard decisions, and with my flight booked out of Phoenix to the final WWE show before Wrestlemania eminent, it’s time to make the hard decision and head north. A stop in Tombstone...
Standin’ on the corner in Winslow, Arizona, and nothing happens. No girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford, or anything else for that matter slows down to take a look at me. Ah well, back to runnin’ down the road to Bisbee. The temperature stays in the low 50’s, and at these...
What strange place have I landed in? Tuba City? No Tuba Hall of Fame, no tuba factory, no Ooom-Pah Band in the town square to greet me when I arrive. In fact, Tuba City’s list of NO’s goes on and on, the worst no of all being NO ALCOHOL. The warning from the front desk is...