" Who Needs Hell When You Have Wyoming?"
Dear Uncle George, I have decided a state is my nemesis. I don't know Anne Proulx. Candidly, she sounds kinda of nutty but we should have a conversation. We seriously have something big in common: we can't stand Wyoming. Here she is. We practically look like twins. She writes fictional wild-west tales that include Satan in Wyoming. You know the one, where the Prince of Darkness is moonlighting as an interior designer, brainstorming the look of eternal damnation. I know what he has gone with...a winter motif. Lavished in bright red velvet (a given), snow and wind. Lots of wind. Having been to Wyoming three disastrous times (not including that one visit to an old boyfriend) I can totally believe it. And if by chance, you want to visit Hell on earth, I know the port of entry: Casper (aka The Great Terrible). The answer is Casper, Alex, for $100. My last letter to you included the news that I was going to go back to Casper in February 2016 to photogra