There’s no Wi-Fi at the hotel. Not for free anyway. The hotel in Oklahoma City is fine, in fact the bed is soft and quite comfortable, and my perfect friend Annabella will meet me here soon for pajamas and ten thousand stories till the wee hours of the morning, but there’s no free Wi-Fi and I refuse to pay for it.

(As a result, this post will be written at McDonald’s somewhere outside of Wichita, tomorrow, around eleven o’clock. They will be out of breakfast on the one day out of the year that I decide I want a sausage egg … Read entire post

When you drive across the desert, tumbleweed really does blow across the highway.

Mangy dogs really do cross dusty streets in the no-name towns where you stop to fill up your tank. There really are sketchy no-tell motels, and trailer parks in the middle of nowhere, just these oases of aluminum siding on wheels. Dave at the coffee shop told me there’s one trailer park community that is entirely homosexual, just outside of Douglas.

The skies are vast, and it was cloudy today, which made the desert feel slightly smaller; that is, until the sun burst through in rays that hit the … Read entire post

I leave tomorrow.

I can’t believe it because I just got here. I wouldn’t leave, except that I’m due back in the show and expected for meetings at the theater. If it wasn’t for that, I’d stay till September, which is when D.W. will be done with his training, hopefully. To be sure, if we had thought about it more thoroughly, I would’ve taken a sabbatical from the show and made arrangements to be a Bisbean for the duration of his training. We didn’t know how much I’d love it here. We didn’t know how much it would suck for me … Read entire post

I’ve met a lot of people in Bisbee. Some I’ve grown closer to than others. Here are some of the more noteworthy characters, all given fake names because it’s fun and it’s the right thing to do.

Dick: This guy is at the coffee shop every morning. He’s awful. He’s around 50, I’d guess, fat, with long greasy hair and a cane. Greasy beard. He sits in the coffee shop and listens, eavesdropping on anyone who happens to be speaking. Then he’ll insert his ridiculous commentary into the conversation, totally without permission or respect. D.W. and I were speaking in low … Read entire post