Wyoming is the home of Dick Cheney, a world renowned notorious madman, and I can understand why. The scenery here is enough to drive you insane. It’s flat, yellow prarie followed by another flat, yellow prairie. The roads are hot, and straight. There are no rest areas anywhere, only more road. It’s no surprise that we’ve taken to holding extended conversations with the cat’s toy mouse, Mousey, kind of like that one Star Trek where the little girl has an imaginary friend. I think it’s called Imaginary Friend. Mousey wants to know why we can’t take this exit into some town. But the town is gone, Mousey. It’s just a ghost town now. There’s nothing out there but pioneer bones and coyotes. And coyotes eat mice.