Commentary

Looking back on a half century of holding jobs, the one job that always appealed to me the most and the one that still makes the most sense in describing me is the job of being a reporter.
Wyomingites have varied opinions and I have been hearing from a number of them concerning recent columns.

In cities and towns across Wyoming, people see July 4 as a time of fireworks and blowing things up. But one town tops all the rest in the state and perhaps the nation.

Who are Wyoming’s greatest adventurers?
 
First there was the mountain man Jim Bridger.  Then add the explorer John Fremont.  Maybe include the one-armed expedition leader John Wesley Powell.
Communication may be even more vital among family members when you live in Wyoming, the lowest populated state in the country.
 
Perhaps it was the dust blowing off where water used to be in Boysen Reservoir during a downpour that typified what spring means in Wyoming.
 

I am the oldest baby boomer.  By my reckoning, my parents conceived me sometime in June 1945 and I born somewhat early on March 21, 1946.

My recent column about various moose adventures prompted stories from several friends:

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