Liberty and Simple Pleasures.
Tonight, Joan and I went to T-Joes, a Wyoming saloon located outside the Cheyenne city limits.
"Saloon" is a type of business designation in Wyoming.
A saloon can not be established in city limits, but can be outside of them within the county area.
At a saloon, patrons who sit in the bar area can
a) drink alcohol
b) eat food from the kitchen
c) smoke... that's right, *smoke*.
Today was my birthday.
For my birthday dinner I had a marinated rib-eye, two fingers of Maker's Mark neat, and an Ashton Heritage.
This would never have happened legally in Connecticut without special dispensation (cigar event held when restaurant was normally closed).
It is easy to forget the little liberties which have already been lost.
It was nice to have the simple pleasure of one of them back.
"Saloon" is a type of business designation in Wyoming.
A saloon can not be established in city limits, but can be outside of them within the county area.
At a saloon, patrons who sit in the bar area can
a) drink alcohol
b) eat food from the kitchen
c) smoke... that's right, *smoke*.
Today was my birthday.
For my birthday dinner I had a marinated rib-eye, two fingers of Maker's Mark neat, and an Ashton Heritage.
This would never have happened legally in Connecticut without special dispensation (cigar event held when restaurant was normally closed).
It is easy to forget the little liberties which have already been lost.
It was nice to have the simple pleasure of one of them back.
I get the feeling that I don't have to specifically ask for a rocks glass.
In the PRC, if I asked for whiskey neat and didn't specify a rocks glass, more likely than not the whiskey would come in a distinctly unmanly snifter.
So I think my drink orders just got shorter too.
Our move to Cheyenne is only the first step in fully shrugging.
The Casper area is probably our next move - maybe five years out.
However bad Cheyenne may be compared to Casper, believe me when I say that it pales in comparison to how bad Connecticut is compared to Cheyenne.
Step by step, and enjoying the regained freedoms along the way.
Biking 10+ miles per day, looking to make it 20+.
Once I figure out the best greenway route to the local cigar parlor (8 miles away), I will be biking there and back whenever I want a stick.
It's a joy. Congrats on your move and birthday.
Mine was July 7th. I was supposed to be born on the 4th, but came late. My Mom was in labor for almost two days -- caesarians were very rare in those days. Years later, my mom said rather wistfully to me, "You were always stubborn."
Happy B-Day.
I like Wyoming too, but I do not live there. Dam wolves kill your cattle there now since someone got the genius idea that wolves would be good to have back in Yellowstone.
I guess every state has its little problems but some are so much better than others.
I'm sure the only way it would be sanctioned by Michelle Lunch Bell would be if it were on her own plate.
One of my favorite songs by JC.
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