Here in Southeastern Arizona, Tombstone is called the town too tough to die. Bisbee, on the other hand, is known as the town too high to care. That description might refer to the mile high altitude. For 20 years I’ve lived in this little town among some of the kindest, most generous people I’ve ever met. I’ve also had close encounters with killer bees, scorpions, and a mass tarantula migration. Javelinas and a black bear have run through my neighborhood. Blizzards, floods and wildfires have threatened the town. And there are enough quirky, and mostly harmless, folks roaming about to earn Bisbee the reputation of being Arizona’s largest, open air asylum. Every year I’ve written a newsletter to family and friends about the wonders of Bisbee. The letters are all here, just as I sent them out. I hope you enjoy them.