ACCUSED OF STALKING IN LARAMIE, WYOMING 1999!

I was re-settling my divorced life and moved to Wyoming. As usual I brought my camera. Laramie is all about cowboys and cowgirls. That Labor Day I went to the fairgrounds taking pictures. A teenage young lady was all decked out in cowgirl garb. Snap, I took her picture with her friendly consent.


Upon returning for good I sought the cowgirl out to give her pictures. She took them willingly. Several weeks later , while riding my bicycle a cop stopped me saying I was suspicious of stalking the Laramie Cowgirl. Could you come in for questioning?


I really didn't know the meaning of stalking and I told him so! I assented to the interrogation.


In the meantime I called my doctor and friend, Louis B. Grace and explained to him what had transpired. I also told Ed Leonard, Supt of the Washakie Food Service where I was working as a cook feeding 1,000 University of Wyoming students every day. These men were very attendant as being accused of stalking isn't funny. Clearly the WyomIng teenage cowgirl's parents were crying wolf.


A Wyoming "Lady Cop" heard my side of the equation. within minutes I was exonerated of possible charges and received two apologies from the police!


Laramie turned out to be a Peyton Place for me. The luster of Mecca faded by these false accusations. In about a month my ship had come in and I traveled the roads of Cheyenne in my Cheyenne. Wyoming is big country. Laramie seemed to be inbred with gossip. In due time I was refused money for a mortgage so I fired my two guns in the air and headed East to Saint Louis.


All of life is about having experiences. My Wyoming experience taught me one important thing...never take pictures of young cowgirls riding horses. "Not Guilty!"