My friend Tony in Wyoming sent me a note that reminded me why there are so few people in Wyoming, and why my family chose the coast of California as their home.
It’s winter in Wyoming
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love Wyoming
When the snow’s up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
You may think I’m a fool.
I could never leave Wyoming,
Cause I’m frozen to the stool.
