The Pink Flamingo has just learned that all charges against Tim have been dropped. His mother died of natural causes. The DA is not going to pursue the case. The fact that none of his mother’s social security checks were cashed should be some indication that nothing nefarious was afoot.
I have known Tim Fattig for at least 12 years. I hurt for him, and I an angry with the way he is being portrayed. This morning on Fox and Friends, they downright lied about him. Tim is a writer, not a horror movie producer. He is a very gifted writer. In The Pink Flamingo’s humble opinion, he may be one of the best of the Tombstone researchers and historians out there.
My fear is the nastiness of the media, with sources like Fox and Friends comparing him to Norman Bates, is gong to cause lasting damage. Thank goodness Janice broke the town’s silence and tried to set things to rights.
Tim is on the right, dressed up like a Cowboy. He works in Tombstone, does street reenacting, when it is allowed, and is a very talented writer.
This morning, on Fox and Friends, I was shocked at their description of the person I have known for years. They made him seem like this creepy monster, which, he is not. Granted, Tim is a little strange, but – he DOES live in Tombstone. It helps to be strange to live there! (inside joke)
The first time I met Tim, he was just a kid with a grand dream: the ultimate biography of Wyatt Earp. A few hours after meeting him, he, Larry Knuth, and I went back to my room at the Larian Motel (the best place to stay in Tombstone to get a bottle of wine. It was after midnight, as usual. I swear Tim and I were sober.
Well, I couldn’t get the cork out of the bottle. Tim couldn’t get it out of the bottle. Larry couldn’t get it out of the bottle. So, Tim and I are both holding onto the bottle and Larry gives the corkscrew a big pull. Wine arched across to plaster the white wall being the door of the room I always use. I quickly grab a damp washcloth and wipe it off, but it left a stain.
Gordon Anderson, the owner, has since painted the room. While I do not thing we were to blame, I wouldn’t discount the mess we made. It does serve to answer the eternal question: How many people does it take to open a bottle of wine – in Tombstone. The answer is three. Two must be sober at the time.
The next time I met Tim was a year later. That night a midnight activity had been planned. (And, yes, I still have the photos). There were about twenty of us. Someone decided it would be a great idea to go over the fence and tour a certain world famous cemetery and look for ghosts. We ended up attracting quite an audience, including a few drunken tourists who had no idea who we were.
Tim and I were, once again, probably the only sober souls in the group. I drove my Durango up to the world-famous gate, and the miscreants climbed on top of it to go inside. Tim and I remained outside, primarily in the get-away vehicle, as the cops drove back and forth, laughing at us. It was a kinder gentler time when people still had a sense of humor.
The next time I saw Tim, about a year later, he had moved to Tombstone. He was in the process of being assimilated hanging with his new buds every Thursday night at Big Nose Kate’s doing karaoke.
Then it happened – he began roaming the streets of Tombstone dressed up as one of the Earp brothers. I don’t remember which one. Soon he joined one of the gunfighter groups, and began drinking the water.
A few years later he FINALLY finished his magnum opus biography of Wyatt Earp. As I writer and a biographer of Wyatt, myself, I still think I “hate” him. His research is impeccable. He is a digger, boldly going places few researchers, including The Pink Flamingo, have gone before. The book shows it.
Tim is willing to entertain new theories about Wyatt and Tombstone. He and I agree about 90% of the time, and hold many of the same theories about Wyatt, John Slaughter, Mattie’s murder, and the criminal situation there in Cochise County. I enjoy talking to him because he knows so darn much! Next venerable historian and writer Ben Traywick, I think Tim has the best grasp on the situation and the story. This, I hate admitting.
As a writer and a researcher, Tim is one of those people I rely on to discuss what I’ve found, to put things into perspective. I respect his work to the point that, when, a few years ago around the 4th of July, he is the person I contacted when I was working with a documentary crew in Tombstone.
It truly bothers me the way he is being portrayed. For the past year or so, when I would be in Tombstone, looking for him, I would hear the same thing from mutual friends. “Something is going on with Tim.”
Well, now we know.
My prayers are that he is able to recover from this and get back to doing what he does best, writing.
There is something you need to know about him. Tim lost his father a few years ago. He adored his parents, was very close to them.
I cannot imagine the hurt, or what is going on in his brilliant mind. I only hope the jerks in the national media do not attempt to destroy him just so they can be cute and pithy. One does hope the media will finally get the story right.
Somehow I doubt that they will.