After leaving Bisbee, one of my favourite AZ towns, I drove to Tombstone, which I only knew from interviewing unsuccessfully for a job, several years ago, and from the film of the 1990’s.

A brief stroll along Allen Street, the main drag, accents the hype:

In the Bird Cage Theater, one may see wax mannequins of the frontier days, and a steer or two:

The meat and potatoes of Tombstone, however, was, and is, silver.  The Good Enough Mine offers underground tours:

Rex was our knowledgeable subterranean guide.

There is green cuprite, resembling turquoise.

This photo amazed one of the kids in our group.

The red is for “Watch your head”.  Most of us wore hard hats. A lone Texas cowboy opted to just where his regular hat.

Here’s a dynamite cart.

Knowing more about the real Tombstone helps me understand how things got out of hand in the saloons.  Silver mining looks like grueling work.

Here are a few shots from Tombstone Courthouse Museum, an Arizona State Park.

There were three Earp brothers who were prominent in the Tombstone of the 1880’s.

Here is the jail cell.

Here is the gallows.

This is a panopticon, a primitive projector.

This bell called kids to school in 1880’s Tombstone.

This is the courtroom.

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