Cheyenne

I have spent the most delightful few days snowed in at the Super 8 Motel in Cheyenne Wyoming. That sounds strange doesn’t it. Its amazing how a catastrophe seems to bring people together so that they chat with strangers. I met a lady going to Arkansas to visit her mother, a man who worked on the oil rigs from Saw Texas, and a gorgeous sheepdog who looked exactly like his owner. I shopped at the beautiful Cheyenne mall….the in town roads were great driving….just the interstate was closed. I got a cowboy hat and learned why cowboys wear cowboy hats. The snow was heavy rain-snow and the brim kept it out of my face while it also kept my hair dry. I’ve worn it everytime I went out of the room since I bought it. I wore it home. I wore it to WalMart once I got home. Its amazing how friendly people are when you wear a cowboy hat. Men smile and wink, women all smile and teens are indifferent just like always. I wonder how my doctors will react when I wear it to work?