I remember seeing my Wyoming-raised father quietly touching his hand to the brim of his cowboy hat, or tipping it in a polite gesture when meeting a...
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I remember seeing my Wyoming-raised father quietly touching his hand to the brim of his cowboy hat, or tipping it in a polite gesture when meeting a...
Most every Sunday afternoon as I was growing up, my father would load us into the car and off we’d go on a family day-adventure to “discover new...