Bisbee… a place I’d only heard about 10 months ago and now I live here. It’s been an interesting experience over the last 10 months, first travelling, then coming back to and finding a sense of place and eventually a new home which I love.
I’ve moved from Eugene, OR, a place with a reputation of being weird, to a place that may actually be a bit weird, but in ways that seem right for me now. Eugene is more confused than weird, despite the reputation. In my mind, it has always seemed so, and it seemingly more confused every day now, with every city park having become a tent city, no one knowing what to do about it. Nobody likes it, neither the folks in the South Hills nor the folks in the tents. It is an embarrassment for the city and reflects a declining pride-of-place. I’m happy to be mostly finished there, at least for now, tent cities not being the only affliction in Eugene.
Against all odds, I built a business and a reputation in Eugene, achieving a measure of success no matter how you choose to define it. And for the time being my ties are not severed. I have friends, an address, and an office there, awaiting my return to socialize and meet for business.
And now I have friends in Bisbee, which calls itself “Mayberry…on acid.” Not lying. I’m not sure yet if that motto is official, but it is the town motto. I’ve met, in no particular order, the guy who people refer to as the “de-facto town mayor”, the bartenders at the Thirsty Lizard, the Brewery, The Double P, and the Bisbee Social Club, a city councilman, a comedian’s wife, (not to diminish her status as a individual!) artists, a builder, a landscape architect, a doctor, a television star, and world traveler…and the list goes on. Importantly, everyone I’ve met is proud to be here, happy to participate in a community with a rich history, and, I think, a viable future.
Thanks for the welcome, Bisbee, I look forward to getting to know you better!