From a Window in Wyoming
Awestruck Before Breakfast
Sometimes life remembers you back to a moment, the story you’ve told and told — and now you realize with your body that you were actually there. Me in Lost Cabin, Wyoming, 1972. Straight outta Beverly Hills. The only greater culture shock would have been me in my bellbottoms, flower power tank top, and false eyelashes, at the Taliban headquarters. But you get the idea.