The American Spectator

p> PRICELESS br> Re: Bill Croke’s America Comes to Town : /p>

Someone recently commented that most of Wyoming was “worthless sagebrush,” which smacked me upside my head when I read it. I suppose I needed a cold dose of reality as I had been sitting here in Upstate NY daydreaming about fleeing to Wyoming. CODE ORANGE!, the coming war, will Turkey or won’t they?, a flatline local economy, not to mention a dead-end retail job waiting on yuppies, can do that to a girl. Through it all, Bill Croke’s columns on the wonders of Wyoming and its residents had been fueling some powerful fantasies … that is until the “worthless sagebrush” comment. Worthless? Say it ain’t so!

So I began checking out the webcams around the state on major thoroughfares which the Wyoming Dept. of Transportation had installed in order to monitor road conditions. Okay, so maybe Wyoming appears to be desolate and dry. But worthless?

I was thinking about re-evaluating my daydream destination when I read BC’s column today about seeing Michael Martin Murphey in concert. “This got an exuberant round of applause from the cowboy-hatted Wyoming audience. I sat there and thought about all those rabid anti-American, pro-Saddam ‘antiwar’ rallies of late, the clapping driving home the point that there are indeed two Americas.” I read that and realized that it wasn’t the state per se as much as it was its people which are the attraction for me, tumbling tumbleweeds and all. Now that’s priceless.

p>Thank you once again, Bill Croke. br> — Kitty Myers br> Upstate New York /p> p>