I found .....

.... this bowl in Jerome, Arizona,
a town whose population has varied
between almost no one and ten thousand.

Meanwhile it is about four hundred.

In 1903 the New York Sun called Jerome
'The wickedest town in the West.'

It hangs on the side of a mountain
and you could walk in the front door off the street
and go out the back door and fall fifty feet.

A wrecked man in a bar in Jerome
(who later on in the afternoon
seemed to hold me responsible
for all the bad luck in his life so far) said :

"Sometimes a house just lets go
and slides away down the mountain."

" Recently?" I said.

" Hell, no." He said. "How old d'you think I am?."