Sometimes I tell folks around here stories about the time I spent in the Arizona “art community” of Bisbee.
While not all who live in the former copper mining town are counter-culturalist art
types I did encounter my share; like the hippie couple who lived in a school bus.
The Hippie Chick had come to Bisbee from the Pacific Northwest because she had a
dream that she’d find her “soulmate” skateboarding there. Once she arrived in the mile-high city she quickly married the town’s lone skateboarder.
After their baby was born I was part of a group that took them groceries.
We sat in the bus on a hot summer night, its itty-bitty air conditioner struggling to
keep the inside cool.
Hippie Chick was telling everyone about the amenities of her digs, including the self-composting toilet on board.
“It’s not working as well as we’d like but we’re going to use the compost from it in our garden next spring,” said Hippie Chick.
I made a mental note to myself: Accept no vegetables from the hippie couple next summer.
“Oh,” said a friend putting groceries in the fridge, “It looks like you have a nice hamburger package here.”
“Oh no,” said Hippie Chick, laughing, “That’s Namaste’s placenta.”
Namaste’ was the hippie couple’s newborn. The placenta is … well, you don’t need me to explain that.
“We’re going to cook it and have a family meal on her first birthday,” said Hippie Chick.
I made another mental note to myself: Accept no dinner invitations from the hippie couple next year.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked. “Why not dig a hole, put that in it and plant a tree over it. I’ve heard people do that too.”
“Eating it creates a strong family bond,” said Hippie Chick.
I may yet write a book about my time in Bisbee.
Folks may call it a work of fiction.
Let me tell you something … I can’t make this stuff up.
Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him at: firstname.lastname@example.org.