The Pathetic Life and Remarkable Afterlife of Elmer McCurdy, the Worst Robber in the West
Audio Described performance Saturday, May 18 8pm
2303 Kennedy St NE Mpls **Parking and entrance at the back of the building. Look for the yellow door**
MN 44513
United States
BORN 1880. DIED 1911. BURIED…1970…
From his humble beginnings to his improbable end, Elmer McCurdy’s mortal coil did a lot of shufflin’. He pulled on his boots, saddled up his horse, and proceeded to take a long, tragic stumble on the wrong side of the law. From the minute he plopped a ten-dollar Stetson on a five-cent head, it was destined to end with a sharp case of lead poisoning. But for Elmer, dying with his boots on was just the beginning.
If you’re looking for a typical Wild West showdown, well, there you ain’t. If you’re looking for a history lesson, there you ain’t neither.
But head on down to the nimbus spread and we’ll yarn you a yarn of how Grits Crabcake, Li’l Britches, and the most cow-handed, sidewindin’, four flushin’, lowdown, fiddleheaded, green horned, flat-out worst bandit ever came to ruination. And how Elmer done got hisself kilt.
And then, what happened next.