One time, right after we'd moved back to Wyoming, from Connecticut, our daughter, left behind in CT (her choice!), called us to see how we were making out in the big blizzard. She'd been watching the weather channel which said we had a foot of snow and more coming. I laughed out loud and almost looked for a phone number for TWC. As I looked out my window talking to her, all I could see and had seen for many days was barren, brown, windswept prairie, sunshine and not a cloud or drop of snow in sight!

Out here, it's water and whiskey and beer that sell out...**bg**

KAT