Arizona - Globe

We continued on out of Tombstone and stayed the night at yet another Wal-Mart in Tucson where I had my first Krispy Kreme experience: delicious, soft, enough sugar to kill a small child - everything I expected. The next day, we went north to small town called Globe to kill another day or so before my dad arrived. We, of course (owing to our continuing bad sleep schedule and lack of timepiece/alarm clock) left Tucson rather late and pulled into Globe at around 9:30PM, starving and hoping to find either a secluded residential street to park in, or another Wal-Mart.

As luck would have it, on our search for Wally World, we spied a rather magnificent looking old-school diner called Jerry’s attached to a Knights Inn that called to us and to our hungry bellies. For ten dollars I had a pot roast dinner with mashed potatoes, gravy, vegetables, a salad and a piece of corn bread…I died a little. Also, the never-ending search for pie halted at this magical place, in the form of a slice of coconut-crème heaven…

The perfect diner.

Back in the van, full of food, lacking internet as usual, and clad in pajamas, I went out to brush my teeth and mid stroke I looked up across the deserted parking lot into the eyes of evil. 

A black cat sat staring at me amidst a sea of empty parking spaces; we were in the middle of nowhere as most Wal-Marts are on the outskirts of town, so clearly the only rational reason this cat would be sitting and staring at me in such an unhinged way…is that it followed me from Tombstone and is actually Satan’s minion. No other possibilities will be considered at this time. 

I swear this is accurate.

We were hoping the city of Globe would have a slightly more entertaining downtown area than other towns we’ve been in that haven’t even had a downtown core, but again we were there on an odd day, several things were closed for the day and even more closed for good. We did go into a fantastic antique store that was out of an old fifties style house off the main street and had all of the antiques set up as if they were supposed to be in each room of the house. The kitchen had all the kitchen appliances in it; the living room had all the furniture. There were two particularly delightful rooms off to the side, one comprised mostly of old hats from the forties and fifties (possibly before) and the other was a tea room. 

For anyone who does not know me, I love tea. It is my drink of choice and my roommate and I have held both an old Victorian tea party and a Mad Hatter tea party, complete with costumes, flowery tea cups and silver services. I walked into the antique tea room and almost collapsed in a fit of wanting to have another tea party…possibly in the van…possibly including stuffed animals. I don’t know that TJ would be up for such ridiculousness, but who knows! 

Tea Parties for life.