Car Across Cochise: Tombstone

We all know the story: OK Corral; Earps, Clantons, some other people; bang-bang; dead.

But in Tombstone, it lives on. ‘The town too tough to die’ repeats the story over and over, dozens of times a day, seven days a week.

Karla and I had fully intended to stay sober until noon that day (it was Sunday, after all), but my über-sensitive sister was becoming visibly rattled by the dead and dying littering the dusty streets.

I thought it important that we duck inside the nearest saloon and wet our whistles.

And after that we did a lot of things that were really neat.

Or at least that is what Karla tells me.

There would have been pictures, but my camera was acting weird that day.