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.
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:
For a state with such small population, people with strong Wyoming ties have been in the news lately:
It has been awhile since we updated readers about our most amazing adventure of 2012 – the publishing of the book Wyoming’s 7 Greatest Natural Wonders.