So the sun was going down, the sky was the color of split, ripe watermelon and my Mom and I had just left Hwy 287 onto I-80 going to Lander Wyoming (where we stayed at the Pronghorn Lodge), and we were listening to the Throwing Copper CD. "Selling the Drama" came on and about two-thirds of the way through, I heard Mom sniff & snuffle. I look over at her and she's tearing up and she vehemently tells me "Dammit Honey, NOBODY should be scarred like that" (Miss you Mom )