Blog: Frontier Psychiatrist

Bike Snob I have a friend, a novelist , who lives in Jackson, Wyoming. You probably know Jackson as the home of great skiing and Dick Cheney. It features spaces so wide open they had to order an extra-big sky, and mountains so perfect a couple of French guys named them “the big tits” (i.e. Grand Tetons). This is the kind of place where people buy Chryslers new, and no one has walked anywhere since James A. Garfield was shot. In brief, it is the home of car culture. You [...]