A little glimps into my life

I run ghost tours, this is my day (night) job. I moved to Bisbee with the intention of starting a ghost tour in town. Let me back up for a moment so that my 17 readers have an understanding on why I moved here.

I moved from the suburbs of Philadelphia to Los Angeles to go to OTIS College of Art and Design. I graduated with a BFA in Toy Design minor in Fashion. After graduating I got job after job after job of doing graphic design in a cubicle. Looking at a computer all day, and never going outside or in some cases seeing the outside, for a lot of these rooms which the cubes were in did not have windows. When I did get to go outside, it was to sit in my car in LA traffic for up to and sometimes more then an hour!

My last job had lay offs and I was one of the extremely lucky to be let go. A month later my husband was laid off from his job. We packed up our apartment, fur children and we moved to Bisbee. I got a job as a receptionist to make ends meet. On the side I started the Old Bisbee Ghost Tour.

The tour became so popular I was able to quit my receptionist job and work full time on the tours. Making them the best that they can be, and I am sure there is LOTS of room for improvement.

Though as the tours started to grow in popularity, I became the target of harassment in town. Verbally heckled from locals, on blogs, on forums and beyond. I have had rocks thrown at me and my guests, we have been mooned, had Ghost Whore spray painted on the route of the tour, the list goes on and on and on.

Yet the most upsetting let down came to my attention this afternoon.

We have a local radio station called KPRP. I was very happy to be on one of their shows back in October to discuss the the tours my book and the local folklore regarding the ghosts which haunt Bisbee. This show in particular showcased the Bisbee Community, something I believe I am a part of as difficult as that is at times.

This afternoon my husband was on the same show promoting the play he is in, Inherit the Wind. The radio personality realized that my husband was MY husband and began to tell him that she got in trouble for having me on her show. That the radio station thought that I was 'too corporate'. She then told him that she thought it was stupid that they yelled at her and my husband agreed.

(I must wonder if I was a sponsor of KBRP and gave them money earned by my ghost tour business, if such things would have been said)

Now let me get this straight. This town supposedly filled with Free Spirits and Aging Hippies is calling me, a business owner who came here with nothing and made something out of it, an entrepreneur who tells folklore to guests of our town, a girl who during her free time spends every waking moment trying to be creative and find art in the mundane, that girl you are calling corporate?

Why?

I left the corporate world. I use to be in that world, making the packaging that your possessions came in. I left that world because I wanted to be outside, be with people, and be creative. I got out of my box and you should consider doing the same.

The people who say these things about me, the ones who support the mooners, graffiti artists, the hecklers, those who write the local paper to complain about me, those who have never been on my tour, sat down to talk to me, or have no idea what I am like outside of my ghost host costume, you Bisbee-ites are not hippies, not free spirits, not the upstanding pillars of the community. You are the mundane, the bullies, you are what everyone else refers to as the Low Life Locals!

Most of all you are the jealous! You are jealous of me, of my talents, of my ability to make it on my own. I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I do not get assistance from the government, deserved or not. I am not living off of someone else s fortune. I did it myself using my brains and talent, and for some reason that drives you crazy! I feel so sorry for you. I really do. I can't even imagine how sad it must be to be in your shoes.

Everything negative you say about me, print about me, write on the walls about me, write on your forums about me, talk amongst yourselves about me DOES NOT hurt me, it just proves to the rest of town that you are as ugly as you appear.

You are turning this beautiful town filled with lovely art, people, scenery and places into your jealous, ugly, mean world. And this will not be tolerated or accepted.

Everything you do makes me stronger, braver, and gives me more energy to make my life more productive and beautiful.




I hope this is the last time I write about this subject on here because my blog was suppose to be about my art and not the ugliness in the world. Though I hope that it shines some light into my life, and why I am the way I am.