Ward I Ken Budge, Ward I Boyd Nicholl, Ward III Bennie Scott, Mayor W.J. "Jack" Porter,
Ward III Anna Cline, Ward II Luche Giacomino, Ward II Ray Rodgers


Hard to believe that I am part of Bisbee Royalty. Go figure. My dad would be rolling in his grave if indeed he hadn't been cremated. Funny thing though, Jack usually never tolerates a photo. Like me. We just don't like them much. Old Bennie Scott...I've been hearing that name since I was knee high to a gracehoper and I have no idea why. Boyd up there....ah we used to pal around the photo circuit and artsy fartsy loop. Luche, heh...my bee hived girls soft ball coach...she'd be out there with that wonderful do and telling us to kick some ass. And she still is an asskicker par none. I don't know the others at all and it's probably just as well...they don't know me either.

Jack & Fish

Everything happened suddenly, Jack surprised.
Jack? Jack surprised. Jack handsome.
Jack in the front seat, Jack driving.
Jack like father, Jack like Grandfather.
Jack like all Jacks. Jack of all trades
and Jack of all exiles. Jack of the St. Louis Arches.
Jack of hippy hiking across the land of Jacks.
Jack of Sailor Suits. Jack of smiles.
Jack. Just Jack that day and John, somewhere else.
Some other altar smoking cigarettes perhaps
in the tent. How did she catch that? Jack said.
No one knew. As big as her arm. As long as her pony.
Her two ponies, Apaloosa and Pinto. Those
ones they all dream of at certain times.
Come here little fishes. She said come here
little fishes, big ones too. I'll get rid of you!
Or, I'll let you go, or you will get away.
But for now, I'll catch and pull you in.
Jack pulled it in. Jack sliced the trout and guts
with his Jack Knife. Jack, just jack all over.

R.E.M. - Sweetness Follows lyrics