Dear Editor:
These events occurred back in the 1980's when I was visiting the town of Tombstone on a day trip. I had gone on the tour of the abandoned silver mine, and had a nice dinner, so I decided to walk around what the locals call "old town". Anyone who has ever visited Tombstone, Arizona will know that old town is the section of the city that's preserved exactly as it was around 1900, and costumed reenactions abound. This being the case, it was not unusual to see men in derby hats, and frock coats that were common a hundred years ago.
It was around dusk, and I thought I would take pictures while some daylight was left. It didn't seem odd then seeing a chap thus dressed walking toward me on the wooden sidewalks used in the old west. This man, dressed in an old-fashioned suit, and tie with a six-shooter on his hip, passed me by without any sign of recognition, continuing on his way. Then, coming to the end of the sidewalk, he walked right through a solid wall. Or would it be more correct to say, he seemed to be absorbed into the wall. At this point, I realized that this was no natural man I beheld, but a ghost.
Given the fact that fortunes were made, and lost in Tombstone when the mines were up and running, and gun play was common amoung cowboy's I don't doubt the restless dead infest the place; especially old town. Watching "Creepy Canada" I learned that Tombstone is one the most haunted places in North America. The city is aptly named too, as ghosts walk the streets of Tombstone.
Mr. J. Grimes
Elkton, MD
