Pulling into Cheyenne, the state capital, we sensed a subtle echo in the architecture...
When Audrey called in the reservation for our hotel in Cheyenne, the desk clerk asked, "Just visiting?" Audrey responded, "No, Ma'am. We're moving."
The clerk shrieked, "Yah! We just moved here, for my husbands work!"
"What does your husband do?" Audrey asked.
"He hunts!"
"Oh. Well we're moving to San Francisco," Audrey told her.
"Oh," the lady said, deflated.
I don't know who felt more sorry for who. And I don't know how to feel about folks who see the pointless slaughter of beautiful, wild animals as a means of employment. I can barely tolerate people who see it as a sport.
