WYOMING

once i moved to wyoming. i found a town, its name is centennial if you ever want to be cool and check it out. everyone in that town is family. head west out of laramie.they hold christmas dinners in the bar. my friends plan the halloween party for the one room school house. everyone knows everything about everyone else. my husband calls it a commune for drunks but he is over looking the core element. love. never in my whole life. (dont forget i went to that commie school evergreen) have i witnessed such a complete community. i met miners, red necks, hippies and vagrants who found love and meaning in this place. i had a civil conversation with a one eyed rancher in a coyote skin jacket about gun control. ( he lost the eye to his ex wife) to this day i dream of dragging my self over snowy roads to get back "home". its tucked up against the snowy range so from there, you look across the plains. i met my best friend in centennial. a dead head, nascar, nerd, virgo, red neck who some how meets my soul maybe better than anyone else i have met. he spews love and hope, but watches fox news! who could guess! once i showed up and found out it was time for kick ball. kick ball as it turns out was on a frozen lake up the mountain. bluegrass band provided. i felt like i was in a freaking coors light commercial. we danced our bums off in blizzards and laughed as our beers froze on the front porch. the wind blew, sometimes it was quiet, then dance with james carl. hes 85 with tobacco stains but has a huge investment portfolio and lives in a house of needing to be recycled beer cans. listen to the wind and dance your butt off because they aint coming up here from laramie unless they mean it. i could go on and on. once, a dog was hit by a car. this happens a lot as a highway runs through town. i watched from afar as the sheriff arrived. the dog was moved. the owner left work in the restaurant, the gun shot rang across the valley, the burial took place. oh dear there is no way to explain the glory of this small town. i want to be there. when i am, murph still says, "welcome home summer".

oh i just cant stop. driving up into the hills with el phillipe to look at the stars and skinny dipping in hanging lake with all of it reflected in the water before i knew there were leeches. dancing to "hypnotic clam bake"the entire floor bouncing as everyone 18 t0 100 shook it to that great band! the poker run, the early spring concerts in the aspen grove. my god i love this place! why am i here?!!!