The rain was falling in sheets. The wind was howling. And although the temperature was 40 degrees, I could see my breath. My raincoat was soaked through. My umbrella was blown inside out.

I was standing on a street corner in Cardiff, Wales, waiting for a bus in November 1986. And I was thinking about the best part of America.

Bill Sniffin is a longtime journalist from Lander. Email: bsniffin@wyoming.com.

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