Driving to Utah

WyDOT doesn't plow well. (Neither does the city.) Below are some photos from my journey to my mom's. I drove on the day of Christmas Eve.

This would be Interstate 25, about 30 miles north of Casper. One lane is plowed. And the shoulder is plowed.

Pulitzer-winning photos

At the Yellowstone Art Museum in Billings, Mont., there was an exhibition of Pulitzer Prize photography from the feature and spot news categories. The weekend before Christmas, I drove three hours north and took in the images.

Among some of the most striking...

The boy in the back is 15. He has a gun and hostage. Shot by the Boston Traveler, a long-lost

Snow tires

I got an early Christmas gift. (Thanks, Dad!)

Fifty Russian Winters: An American Woman's Life in the Soviet Union by Margaret Wettlin

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


I wanted to like this book, I did.

It was poorly written and edited. The woman had an incredible story as an American school teacher who went to the USSR in the 1930s on a teacher exchange, fell in love, married, had children, had her passport confiscated, endured World War II in Russia and stayed for 50 years until

Welcome back to Wyoming

Last night I drove into Gillette, land of no toilet seat covers.

Who knew such a flimsy paper could carry such heft?

The presence of toilet seat covers have become in my mind the symbol of

The Year of Magical Thinking

Four of five stars.
"The Year of Magical Thinking," by Joan Didion.
This book is about mourning. It's also about the writer's life, which is fascinating. I loved it.

Love

Love is so complicated because I may want a someone who wants someone else.

And I suppose, there are times when someone may want me, but I don't want him.