I really do feel like I live in the song, "Home, Home on the Range."
I've never seen so many Western films in all of my life and I have to admit that I actually like them. I saw "Big Country" last night. It came out in 1958 starring Gregory Peck. In front of that big screen, I learned a lesson about myself- I have a problem with falling in love with dead, or nearly dead, actors. In addition to my heart throb of Dick Van Dyke (especially Bert in Mary Poppins), I find that I am enamored with Gregory Peck. Whoa is me!
I considered this film festival as a way of doing my research into Wyoming and what I'm getting myself into. I feel prepared now.
Don't go into a canyon full of cowboys hiding behind rocks with guns. That is not a good situation.
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