After my father's death in the fall of 1976, I spent as much time as I could with my mother in Laramie while she transitioned into living alone. Having long since worn out my welcome with all friends and family with my couch surfing ways, I'd purchased a camper trailer, which I parked in her driveway so that she had access to me without giving up her privacy and to allow my barhopping late nights without disturbing her. There were a lot of … [Read more...]