I’m going to attempt to write a reasonably sensible short piece while consuming some red wine which is being decanted from an item resembling an IV bag. This is what happens when the Tiny Texan arrives.
Cristal and I dashed from Yellowstone to try to reach Cody Airport by 12.30 noon. The road winds through some of the most spectacular landscape in the country, Shoshone National Forest and Buffalo Bill State Park included. Karen Casey Fitzjerrell was due in from Texas via SLC, and there was a full day of sightseeing ahead of us. But then one of those awful airline fiascos happened: Delta was offering ‘someone’ on their flight $1300 to get bumped. We advised Tiny to take the money and run but, no, Tiny told us some things were more important than money. I say, friends like that money can’t buy.
So here we are after an afternoon spent in the Buffalo Bill Center of the West, set for a week in which the three of us will plow on to new adventures.