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Sunday, February 23, 2020

Memories of Sarasville: An attraction of cement homes and dinosaurs that was once on the east side

BY RICHARD JOHNSON

I remember my daycare center taking us east of town to somebody’s yard filled with stone doll houses and concrete dinosaurs. I remember being told not to touch anything. 
I remember telling my parents about it and us driving around, to no avail, trying to find it again. In high school, my friends would eat acid and go jump the fence. Vandals destroyed most of the figures until one day it was gone. 
So how did Sarasville begin before it came to its destructive end? 
Here’s what people remember of the place dubbed “Dinosaur Acres”:
A man's daughter, Sara, died unexpectedly and unnaturally. He constructed the first dinosaur as a memorial, dinosaurs being one of her loves. Children began coming and playing with this grey-blue Brontosaurus,
Images from Sarasville, once located on Cheyenne’s east side.
which in turn made him desire to build little homes. More children were coming around, mostly at the low-light dusk hours. This lonely father started to run wiring to this area to ensure the children would feel more secure and not fear any sense of dread after nightfall. 
Unfortunately, after the lighting was in place, the children became scarcer. He removed the bulbs from the few poles scattered throughout. All except for that Brontosaurus of mortar, rocks and drowned-out pale blue pigment. 
He heard gleeful laughter an evening shortly after. The children had returned!  He ventured outside, with a warmed heart and a smile, to greet them. Alas, as he crossed his threshold the children left. Left is a misnomer. They simply dissolved, or more accurately, evaporated into a mist. Were these maybe the children that have gone missing since the death of his beloved Sara? 
No one came after this cold lonely night. He started to build with a furious strength to hear these children again.
I just kinda know about them. Made of cement and Coke bottles. Here’s one for you. Ever hear about the guy with the circus wagon full of monkeys that shredded him? Out in the same area. Yeah, I don't have names, but he was a customer of my dad’s. He had a traveling monkey show. He would go around all over and put on his little thing and show the monkeys. Went in to feed them one night and they ripped his ass to shreds and ate most of him.”
 
I do remember Sarahville. Only visited a couple of times. My dad said the guy who built it used glass embalming bottles to build the one house. Dad told me they would save them for him at the funeral home. Dad said they were square and made for easy building. The one at Sarahville was big enough to walk into.
I heard that it was a guy who lived there. And he built the dinosaurs and stuff in memory of his deceased daughter,
 Sarah. Hence, Sarahville. I also had heard if you trespassed on his property, he would shoot you with salt pellets.
I lived by it growing up.  I loved it and always heard it was haunted. I never saw anything and used to sneak in and get stoned.
I just heard it was haunted but never experienced any paranormal. Was only there once at night and it was creepy.
Dinosaur town, off Pershing. House got condemned because of the number of cats on the premises. The ammonia and feces in the residence were beyond any nasty hoarders’ episode. Then the vandalism that our fine Cheyenne residents did to the statues made the government step in and make the old man take down the statues. 
Used to be a meat packing facility on the same road, which is no longer there either.  I remember this place, and loved seeing it in its prime. What a shame what it is now.
 
Went there every Sunday with my grandparents and ate our hamburgers from the Arctic Circle. He was a sweet man and always let us walk around and showed us what he was working on. It is so amazing to see those photos.
 
Snuck in a few times in high school and smoked in the little glass house. Remember hearing the same story about the daughter and possible shooting of trespassers! Ha! I’d love to read a short story about it!
 
I ripped my pants, all the way up the ass, on a fence there running from something I was afraid of.
 
Me and a couple buddies went there at a not-so-logical time of night and were not exactly welcomed by the owner. This was circa ’96 if I remember correctly. We roamed around and got a close look at many of his works.
At the time we all thought it was creepy, but now that I think back, the artist had a ton of talent. The time spent to make everything out there is hard to fathom.  As we were running away, I distinctly remember one of our crew ripping their clothes while jumping the fence.  Good times!
The man who built a garden for his disabled wife? Was on the east side.”
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Does anyone remember why we called it Sarasville? I heard a mentally challenged man built it for his nieces and nephews.
 
I always heard he named it after his wife, Sara, that died. And that she was buried in one of the houses.
  
I know he built it for his daughter. Rumor had it she was never the same after something tragic happened. Nothing confirmed, but one rumor was she was abducted and raped. Lots of stories, but nothing for sure. His wife was never the same after that. It was very sad when they (the son) tore it down. Was a great tourist attraction.
 
Sara was the name of the mother to Paul, Wilda (Clark) and Laura. That’s where Sarasville came about.
 
It’s a shame we can’t have nice things. It seems our city should be renamed “Vandalism and RockSalt” because those seem to be the theme. 
Cheyenne truly is “The Tragic City of the Plains.”


            Richard Johnson is a former City Council member from Cheyenne’s east side.

Thursday, February 20, 2020

Don’t get distracted by the big stuff at the Legislature. It’s the “sleepers” that can hurt you and your family


BY STEVE MYRUM

While everyone at the Legislature is focused on coal, education and Medicaid expansion, our eyes are not focused on lesser-known, or “sleeper,” bills. These are every bit as important to the welfare of Wyoming’s citizens.
Here’s a sleeper bill that requires your attention.
Do you love your grandpa, grandma, mom, dad?  Take a look at Senate File 96.
Here’s the first paragraph:
“(d)  Unless otherwise specified by law, the division shall not require licensed practical nurses or nurses with more
The source of laws — the State Capitol.
advanced credentials to serve as nursing staff for any secured unit of an assisted living facility or any assisted living facility dedicated to providing special care and services for people with Alzheimer's disease or other dementia conditions.”
Currently, skilled nurses are required in secure units of assisted living units in Wyoming. But legislators have decided there is no need for skilled nurses to care for our most vulnerable population. Just lock ’em up and let an aide hose ’em down every day.
The next paragraph of the legislation does ensure that at least the water in the hose is hot.
Sad, folks. You have to be involved and contact your legislators to voice your opinion on pieces of legislation like SF 96.
Another sleeper is on Senate File 77, and it proposed changes to Wyoming State Statute 35-7-1060.
WY SS 35-7-1060  essentially established a prescription drug monitoring program in Wyoming, managed by the State Board of Pharmacy. It warehouses prescription data of all Wyoming residents who have been prescribed any Schedule II, III, or IV drug as defined by the Federal Controlled Substances Act.
Some examples of the drugs that are on each schedule:
Schedule 2: oxycodone, Adderall, Ritalin and Vicodin.
Schedule 3: Tylenol with codeine, ketamine, anabolic steroids and testosterone.
Schedule 4: Xanax, Soma, Darvocet, Valium and Ambien.
Prescription drug monitoring programs are proactive in safeguarding public health and safety while supporting the legitimate use of controlled substances. These programs do not infringe on the legitimate prescribing of a controlled substance by a practitioner acting in good faith and in the course of a professional practice.
However, here comes the concern, and why you should be concerned about the proposed change.
Currently, your prescription data containing your personally identifiable information is contained within this state database. Current law has no provisions for addressing the security of this information. 
Proposed changes to the law allow the state of Wyoming to share your personal information and prescription information with other states with no provisions written into the law to set how the information will be secured, for what purposes it may be used and who can access the data.
Prescription drug monitoring programs pose a serious risk to medical privacy by allowing law enforcement to access confidential medical records without a warrant based on probable cause, which may be in violation of the Fourth Amendment. Wyoming lawmakers are proposing to share your personal medical information, without safeguards, with other states that may not value your privacy like we do in Wyoming.
Currently in Wyoming, by law, criminals and their arrest histories have more protection than your private medical prescription records. See Wyoming State 7-19-101: protections include security of records, privacy of records, dissemination of records, auditing of records and inspection of records. None of these protections are written into Wyoming law governing your prescription records.
It’s important that you contact your legislators and let them know you value your privacy and especially so when it comes to your prescription medical records. The current law needs to include provisions that protect the use and dissemination of this most private information. (https://www.wyoleg.gov/Legislation/2020/SF0077)

Steve Myrum is a Cheyenne writer.

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

If Mayor Orr is able to strong-arm Frontier Days, every other nonprofit event in the city will be targeted

“This really reeks of extortion. When you conditionally put something on somebody and hold a gun to their head, that they have to have something to operate, you’ve not giving them a chance to negotiate.” — State Sen. Ogden Driskill, R-Devils Tower, to Cheyenne Mayor Marian Orr at Senate Travel Committee meeting, Feb. 18

BY RICHARD JOHNSON

Let that quote sink in. 
A state senator literally told the chief executive of the city and its police chief that they may have been involved in a crime. But since it’s government, who will bring charges, the extortion victim in this  case, Cheyenne Frontier Days?
At issue was Orr’s to hold onto a liquor permit much-needed by CFD until it met her strong-arm demand
Cheyenne Police keep an eye on visitors at Frontier Days.
that it pony up money to pay for police protection during the annual event.
Here is her response to Driskill: “Yes it was a threat. Either they help pay for the services that they are receiving or the (police chief) would not sign off on the beverage permit.”
To muddy the waters more, the current city attorney used to work for the Attorney General’s Office, and the lobbyist for CFD is the former attorney general. 
If there was ever a good ole boys vs good ole boys title bout, this is it. 
The question at issue: Can CFD follow its current course of selling alcohol under IRS rulings for a non-profit 501(c)3 organization by legislative action or is this under the hat of a for-profit entity? 
On the other hand, should the Cheyenne Police Department be using its Facebook page to agitate the populace under the guise of public safety, calling out entities it deems as threats when it doesn’t get its way. Now a poll showing that CFD is the arch nemesis of the Boys in Blue.
The whole thing is a fiasco. And I’ve been getting texts all week on the topic from both camps. Some examples: 
 — Just read the CFD liquor permit story. (CFD official) Hirsig talks about the State Fair as if it's a "private nonprofit." It's NOT. Remember that the employees (including temps during the season) are state employees, operate under state statute, on state property, now reporting to a board appointed by the governor and therefore the state is liable for all. 
—  The insinuation that CFD shouldn't be subject to local ordinance is misdirection at best, imo.
—   This recent dust-up from the police and charging for protection is ridiculous. That poll really pissed me off. He is using liquor permits to extort the money. It’s gotta be illegal, right? How one man can have so much power and not be in an elected position is beyond me.
—   You know, I did a ride-along with a CPD officer during CFD a couple of years ago, hoping to do a story about how busy officers are during the event and how the city has to foot the bill. But there was barely anything to do. We literally drove around for three hours and handled a call far away from Frontier Park. So I really wonder how much truth there is to the fact that CPD just has SO MUCH TO DO during CFD. I still think CFD should pay for its own stuff, but I'm just saying that I think the department overstates how much of a burden it is.
—  In regards to the CFD-CPD thing, the mayor has finally found an issue where the local public opinion is probably on her side. She’s going to play that card for all it’s worth. It’s an election year and she hasn’t been on the “right” side of many issues. But with this one she can at least campaign on standing up to CFD. I’m sure you know that Frontier Days is far from universally loved here, although that fact is rarely publicly voiced. Doing so would violate the Cheyenne version of “politically correct” speech.
Another of my more intelligent friends stated it this way:
“C'mon, man. The police chief doesn't live anywhere near Cheyenne and the rest of the state already thinks the city is a joke. Don’t let it take up rent-free space in your mind. It is a bunch of crap, but there's no reason to get worked up about it. It's way above our pay grade” 
But this is what worries me: Is the precedent being established? If the city can bring CFD to heel, where does it stop? 
City Hall just took out the big guns, the money, the influence, the Cheyenne tradition. If CFD loses this fight, all those other events we’ve been promoting will be paying out the nose until they just fade away. Think of the increased fees for 5Ks, Stride Rides, etc. Even the Womens Sufferage March was going to be fleeced. 
It irritates me thinking of all those Homeland Security grants that were pitched for surveillance and enforcement for CFD and now we need more money from them to have more boots on the ground. Bring up the Las Vegas shooting all you want; this conversation about CFD paying its share for security was happening before Orr took office. 
I support CFD offsetting costs, but I also agree with Sen. Glenn Moniz, R-Laramie, “All of these numbers make sense. It’s just the way you went about it.” 
I’m no lover of CFD, and this battle has me debating myself on what I hate more: Cheyenne tradition or the Orr government. It’s ying and yang to me, and the small guy always loses. Whoever holds the gold makes the rules. 
Maybe my friend is right to remind me, “Don’t forget closed wounds harbor pestilence when licked from within.”

            Richard Johnson is a former council member from Cheyenne’s east side.

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

The freight train of climate change is bearing down on Wyoming, and our leaders are in deep denial

BY D. REED ECKHARDT

Oh, I get it.
            We’ll stand in the railroad tracks, shout “STOP!” and put our hands in front of us to halt the 18,000-ton beast bearing down on us. That surely will do the trick.
            Squish!
            That is the image that pops to mind as Wyoming’s lawmakers and state officials have scurried around the State Capitol recently in an effort slow the impacts of climate change on the Cowboy State and its ever-shrinking budget.
            Consider Senate File 25, sponsored by the powerful Senate Appropriations Committee. It would require that energy
The freight train of climate change is bearing down on Wyoming.
utilities plying their trade in Wyoming provide 95 percent if their power from a list of specified energy resources. And that list would purposely exclude renewables like solar and power. If the companies did turn to wind or solar, they would face fines for every megawatt of energy not produced by an “acceptable” source.
            And the House Appropriations Committee is looking at a bill that would tax all energy generated from those same sources. It makes companies pay an excise tax for the “privilege of producing” such energy in Wyoming.
            These measures, of course, are designed to protect the Cowboy State’s coal and other carbon-based resources, the communities that produce them and, of course, the state’s coal-heavy funding stream. Such efforts are laughable, but they are not funny. Consider the leaders of a state with barely 600,000 residents even thinking they have the ability to control the forces that are remaking the entire world’s energy scene.
            Kind of like a man standing on the tracks to stop a train.
            Of course, that doesn’t stop Wyoming’s leaders from ignoring science (yes, the climate is changing, and, yes, it is caused by humanity, and, no, stopping up your ears and shutting your eyes is not going to make scientific facts go away). Nor does the ever-clearer truth keep someone like its governor from fighting to maintain a course that leads only to budgetary and economic destruction.
So there was Gov. Mark Gordon, pledging in his State of the State address, that he and Wyoming would rather go down in the effort to win the impossible fight to save coal than to take actions that make so much more scientific, environmental and fiscal sense. The governor — who I once thought was smarter than this but who has apparently lost his mind — even made the claim that the 28 states moving toward the use of renewables are part of a conspiracy that is “target(ing) the industries that have helped raise our standard of living … and made us the premier economy in the world.”
            Did he really just say that Wyoming industries are “still discriminated against, maligned and declared for dead.” Yes, he did. A global conspiracy to target the Cowboy State? Really? (Not to mention the mistruth that Wyoming has a leading economy. It doesn’t, by any measure.)
Might it just be, Mr. Governor, that those states have the clarity to see that the future of the Earth does not run through carbon, so they have turned toward a different, more successful future? That’s not a conspiracy; it’s a matter of seeing, and handling, the truth. Indeed, the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission has just announced that renewables now produce more electricity in the United States than does coal. So Gordon is going to turn the tide? Really?
Unfortunately, the governor and Wyoming will die trying. Gordon has asked the U.S. Supreme Court to overrule the state of Washington’s decision not to allow coal trains to roll to its ports. That lawsuit  has about as much chance of succeeding as would Gordon to stand on that imaginary track.
And then there is the governor’s, and the Public Service Commission’s, foolhardy effort to block the state’s largest utility from closing coal-fired plants around Wyoming. 
PacifiCorp announced earlier this year that it is pivoting toward renewables with plans to close two-thirds of its coal-burners by 2030. So the PSC and the governor have sprung to coal’s defense, “investigating” the utility’s plans rather than heeding the underlying message: Renewable energy is cheaper to produce, and it’s better for the globe. Even utilities (and the big energy companies, which also are moving away from carbon) can see that. That Gordon, and the PSC, and the Legislature are blinding themselves to this is stunning — and stupid.
Indeed, now would be the time for the governor and Wyoming leaders to turn toward renewables as a way to at least fill in the gaps of the state’s declining coal revenue stream. This state has abundant wind and solar, and its shrinking mines are providing ever fewer jobs (due, in part as well, to the mines’ growing reliance on technology). A pivot toward renewables just makes sense — as a job creator and revenue generator.
Get off the tracks, Wyoming. The train is bearing down on you. And the end results are not going to be pretty.

D. Reed Eckhardt is the former executive editor of the Wyoming Tribune Eagle.

Sunday, February 16, 2020

Ex-council member Johnson: Why would anyone want to be mayor of the Capital City? Not me.

BY RICHARD JOHNSON

How many of you go into work every morning knowing that the next 15 hours requires you to provide horrible customers with exemplary service? 
How many of you have a job where you constantly get crapped on by your colleagues and are hated by employees in
Cheyenne’s living mayors gather for the city’s 150th birthday.
between 10 meetings of the day, a luncheon and a dinner soiree where you're seated next to lying snakes and packs of wolves? 
Oh yeah, and how many of you have worked 75 days straight without even getting one of them off? 
Have you ever been a guest speaker for an event, yet you know nothing about the topic, or worse, on a topic you don’t support? 
Have you gone without home-cooked meal for over a month and looked like hell because you’ve been on the meat-and-cheese food tray diet?
If this sounds a lot like your job, it's highly likely that you are the mayor of Cheyenne. It’s one of the most thankless jobs with the lame perk of having your name stickered on every public building entrance.
Most people think being mayor is kissing hands and shaking babies. It's hardly that simple. 
In order to prevent hurt feelings, you have to say “yes" to everything. 
You’re the head of the executive branch of city government, but what are you supposed to execute? The council is supposed to provide the vision, but members have other jobs, and being a council person is a part-time gig. Hell, one of them has missed nearly 55 percent of meetings in his first year, so what do you expect? 
You could ask the public, but they are either starstruck by the title or just bitch to you without providing actual solutions to their problems. This explains why so many get this job running on lowest common denominator topics. 
Then you have meetings, meetings, meetings and then a meeting to schedule another meeting. All a mayor does is meet, and the same talking heads spew what they think you want to hear and then scramble when you say you’ll get back to them. I guess that means we'll have another meeting. 
Heaven forbid any more mayor's councils are added to the list. Seems there is a council for everything these days, including your pathetic meat-and-cheese diet.
Let’s not forget that the mayor must formulate and present a budget that meets the needs of the city and every department that needs more of this and that. There is always a shortage of money. Tax projections are lower than expected, building permits are down, good thing the police department is self-sustaining with all the citations they issue. 
Firefighter union negotiations will mean another 2-3 percent raise to avoid arbitration, which means the Police Protective Association will feel slighted and they’ll need a 2-3 percent raise, which means the Cheyenne Public Employees Association will feel slighted and they'll need a 2-3 percent raise. The bell curve evaluation came back again that all the staff is great, so everyone gets raises. 
Did I forget to mention the mayor has to deal with a fire truck smashing into the station, a garbage truck flipped into a house, some sanitation workers getting into a knife fight in the parking lot, an employee's wife emailing them about her husband having sex with a coworker, the former city attorney suing the city, a dude who got screwed over by the police when he was a teenager suing the city, complaints about the same pothole for the ninth time this week and a snowplow that just pushed snow back onto someone’s sidewalk? 
If that seemed like a run-on sentence, it was. This job is just one run-on sentence. No breaks for punctuation.
Heaven forbid there is a real natural disaster during a mayor's term, like the tornado of ’79 or flood of ’85. One would need to have outstanding leadership qualities to pull through that. (I’d probably have a heart attack due to the stress.)
What about me running for mayor? I've asked around and it was upsetting to me that all my picks for city attorney, engineer, clerk, public works director, treasurer, police chief, fire chief, events director and judge said they would all turn me down if I was elected. No one wants those jobs or the insane burdens that go with them. 
It’s kind of hard to move forward when the people you really want to appoint say "no" because they like where they are in their lives and don't want added headaches. If they’ve turned you down, why have the confidence you’ll do any better? They are all smarter than you. Maybe you should take their advice once more and not do it either.
I hope this article shows that being the mayor sucks. You never win. You just end up hating yourself and drinking yourself to sleep. I’ve had over 40 people in the last year offer me money to pay my entry fee to run for mayor. I gotta wonder: Are these people even my friends? 
As I’ve stated before, my friends and family don’t deserve to be ridiculed and publicly shamed for political gain of an opponent. I’m still too immature to be an effective manager of 600 people. Remember the alligator? Do you really want a person who says he'd run for mayor on a platform of never having Boogie Machine play in Cheyenne again? 
Give it a couple years or a decade. I’m not going anywhere. For the time being, I’m happy with my life and my career. 
Running for mayor would be a distraction I don’t need. I’m tossing around the Ward 3 seat since City Council fits with my work schedule. We'll see how I feel in May.

            Richard Johnson is a former City Council member from east Cheyenne.

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Memories of “The Blacks,” an empty field at end of Sun Valley: “There’s nothing like it anymore”

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the second of a two-part series about growing up in Sun Valley on Cheyenne’s east side in the 1980s and two of the childhood landmarks there. You can find his first part, about Three Tunnels, at http://bit.ly/2H9bGfU

BY RICHARD JOHNSON

If you grew up in Sun Valley in the 1980s, you knew of the empty field at the end of 12th Street. It’s now known as Sunrise Point, but in our day it was known as “The Blacks." It was our unofficial park with no rules. 
In 2020, if you post, “What stories do you have about The Blacks?” Most think you’re being a racist. In the Eighties, it meant you were headed to Sun Valley to do hoodrat stuff. 
All the fun things in life happened here. Guns, mud bogging, fireworks, motorcycles, BMX, catching snakes, broken bones, having sex on the hood of your car  and dead bodies. The signs said, “No Trespassing,.” but no one paid attention. 
The best gossip I’ve been able to find in regards to the name is a Sun Valley developer in the 1970s had the last name Black. He probably owned the land and people probably just started, “et’s go to ‘The Blacks’!” We never asked where the name came from because that’s what everyone called it. 
Everyone that grew up there that I’ve spoke to was bummed when the new developments started. I remember standing on the top of 12th Street on Aug 2, 1985 and seeing how badly Dry Creek flooded. When people moved into the area and there were no storm sewer drains, we knew everyone was screwed
We played in all those ponds and creeks for years. It’s no wonder you need pumps and your basements flood.
It was amazing the stuff you’d find dumped out there. The worst story was posted on my thread by my friend and her sister: 
“I remember finding a dead body back there. Yep. Hands head and feet had been removed, and it was pretty decayed, but it was a person at some point.”
Her sister replied, “Too vivid of memories, and we were way too young to have seen that. Hell, our own kind of ‘Stand by Me.’”
My stories weren’t as jacked as that. I got this text: “Member that one time I made you shoot a bird and then made you feel bad. Ha ha.” 
I remember in 1992 my best friend and I were watching the LA Riots and wanted to throw Molotov cocktails. We went to The Blacks and I stomped out weed fires while he threw gas-filled jars over my head. 
It wasn’t just the youth out there starting bonfires, throwing keggers, and smoking their first cigarette. 
One person wrote, “My dad started the field on fire shooting off 4th of July fireworks, and a couple making out in a car extinguished part of it with their clothes.”
A common theme among Sun Valley people who grew up in The Blacks was jumping every kind of machine off the hills. Dune buggies, motorcycles, BMX, riding mowers, etc. 
One time Chucky stopped to make out with his girl on top of the hill and Jerm jumped a motorcycle right into them, breaking his leg.
This is how several stories went:
“It was that sunken area of Sun Valley and was hilly, so we could hide down in there with a small bonfire. One time a neighbor must’ve called. We heard sirens coming and got the heck out of there. We’d burn a few pallets and got crazy stupid with the cars one time. I was trying to see who could pull the hill up to the train tracks. My VW Rabbit was no match.”
Getting chased was our weekend activity. Banging on cars or people getting frisky and have them chase us around the fields. 
The cops were not immune. My best friend would find the cop car hiding out, waiting to catch someone, and he’d moon the cops just to get chased. We’d make it back to his house and sit on the patio and watch the high beams out in the dark trying to find him.
The Blacks were a place for families as well. 
My parents loaded up the ’86 Caravan and took us out there and taught me and the neighbor kids how to drive. Here was another story shared with me. 
“Snowmobiling, getting pulled on tubes behind the '79 Blazer. My dad driving his tractor down there to pull out all the guys mud bogging,  zooming around in the dune buggy. Walking our dogs out there. I think I spent half my childhood out there.”
You could always catch animals. Crawdads, tadpoles, snakes. Here is what our parents would come home to: “Um, filling my mom’s window wells full of water to put our tadpoles.”
My best friend used to take his grandpa’s tractor mower and cut baseball diamonds out of the weeds. One time he got 12 Taco John’s cups and made a golf course when he found some clubs in a neighbors garbage. I still can’t drive, but I learned. 
Another person summed it up like this: “Motorcycles, mud bogging, baseball games, snake hunting and mice hunting to feed ’em. The mean guy at Lincoln Valley junkyard who shot us with salt rock. Firework wars!!! I got Sun Valley tattooed on me.” 
My best friend summed it up best.
“I miss ‘The Blacks.’ I was thinking the other day how lucky we were to have a place like that. There’s nothing like it anymore.”

            Richard Johnson is a former City Council member from Cheyenne’s east side.