On November 8, 1887 Doc Holliday died from tuberculosis.

Born in Georgia, Holliday was raised in the tradition of the southern gentleman. He graduated from the Pennsylvania College of Dental Surgery in 1872. However, shortly after starting his career as a dentist in Atlanta, he developed a bad cough. Doctors diagnosed it as tuberculosis and advised him to move to a more arid climate. So, he moved to Dallas, Texas.

Even though Holliday was a good dentist, and had a successful practice, gambling interested him more than teeth, and he became a skilled poker and faro player.

About 1875, Holliday began drifting between the Wild West Boomtowns of Denver, Cheyenne, Deadwood, and Dodge City, making his living gambling and aggravating his tuberculosis with heavy drinking and late nights.

Although they were strange bedfellows, Holliday and Wyatt Earp were loyal friends. Following the O. K. Corral shootout, because of an arrest warrant, Holliday left Arizona and returned to the life of a western drifter, gambler, and gunslinger.

By 1887, his hard living had caught up to him, forcing him to seek treatment for his tuberculosis at a sanitarium in Glenwood Springs, Colorado. He died in his bed at the age of 36.

It’s interesting to note that although movies about Tombstone show Doc Holliday as being consumed with tuberculosis, in reality, as a result of Tombstone’s dry climate, he had little trouble with his tuberculosis.


We’re in Denver for the weekend attending the WESA apparel show…Looking for new lines for our Dog Jake on-line western store.

Saturday night Bill Barwick, the cowboy singer who’s going to be entertaining us on our Following the Legends Cruise to Alaska, was performing at the Buckhorn Saloon.  We were able to run over there and listen to a couple of sets.  He sure is a great singer and entertainer.

 To hear Bill go to


Saw the Billy the Kid TV show.  If you didn’t you missed a great biography.  That Billy the Kid was sure a unique individual.

Two things struck me about the show.  First, most of the talking heads are friends.  And let me tell you, they picked the cream of the crop.

The second thing was that it was obvious and sad that there is only one picture of Billy the Kid.

That picture has an interesting history.  Right now I’m on my way to Denver, CO.  When I get home, I’ll tell you a bit about the history.


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