I grew up in a small town out in the middle of the Wyoming prairie. Growing up, I was never more than a few blocks away from the edge of town. I was far from being knee deep in sagebrush and cactus. I remember a time when there were no televisions on our block until the Ryans got a black and white set one summer. They got two channels, the local channel Two and a channel that came in from Denver if the weather was right and the antenna was properly adjusted. Nobody had air conditioning in their homes then, so in the summer we kids slept outside in our sleeping bags as often as we could. Out on the prairie, the world seemed quieter than it does now and we could hear the trains as they came in to town, their whistles sounding in the night before we fell asleep. We could hear them again at 2 or 3 in the morning when we woke up in cold, dew covered sleeping bags.