Forty years ago this month, I began my first and still favorite job, teaching Latin at Kelly Walsh High School.
I read in a guidebook recently that one does not go to Wyoming for intellectual pursuits. My experience in Casper was quite the opposite. When I think of The Cowboy State, I think of discussing Oliphant Smeaton in the back of Lange's Bookstore.
The students at Kelly Walsh were voracious learners of great humor who demanded information and instruction. Donald Tolin, Marianne Elaine Schultz, Patty King, et al. defined the etymology of "student," i.e. studere, to be eager. The teachers' lounge was for me a sort of grad school where we used to talk about our subjects : Donn Drisscoll on the Cavalier poets, Bill Anthony on topology (he had a Master's from Michigan) and Ray Hauser on the lighter side of World War I.
After two years, spending Friday nights devising a genealogy chart of the Julio-Claudian dynasty in a sparsely furnished former attic lost its charm, and I moved on. I remember the Kelly Walsh years vividly and fondly and am really glad I got to live in Wyoming.
GIOVANNI FARNETI, Sugarland, Texas