Lusk, WY information needed (ticket, money, business)
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I don't know the details, but they are resurrecting medical service, with 1 MD on hand and reportedly 2 more on the way. They are looking for additional medical professionals, according to wyomingatwork.
What happened to the bragging rights about the info highway? Seems everytime I was down that way - they were saying how the T1 lines were gonna be installed soon.
A few years back, I was headed from Rapid City down to San Diego. I left Rapid City on a Sunday morning and hit lusk a few hours later. I was West of Lusk and my fuel pump went out. I coasted over to the side of the road and there was an double approach (driveway to a farm house and entrance to a field). There was an guy working on a old International. So I walked over to him and explained that my fuel pump went. Could I push the truck off on the approach to work on it (highway had no shoulder). He said sure. So I coasted it over and crawled underneath and removed the fuel pump. He walked up and said, "Where ya thinking about getting a new one?" I told him I'd try the truck stop in Lusk. He said, "They don't have em. Get in the car." So I got in the car with him and we drove into Lusk to the NAPA store. I told him, "I don't think they're open on Sunday." We got out and as we walked up to the door he said, "That's ok, I got a key." We went in and found the fuel pump I needed. He said, "Just leave the old pump and $30 bucks on the counter." I did, we left. We got back out to his place and I put the pump in. When I was just finishing up he came over and said, "Better get cleaned up, the wife has fried chicken and mashed potato's on." So I went in and had a wonderful Sunday Meal with them. I tried to pay him for his kindness and he wouldn't have nothing to do with it. But I met his two kids and found out their names.
When I got to San Diego, I went to the bank and bought two savings bonds and sent them to his kids. I did that for 3 years. It was well worth it to me. Oh, and I didn't put a return address on the envelope. Just my name.
A few years back, I was headed from Rapid City down to San Diego. I left Rapid City on a Sunday morning and hit lusk a few hours later. I was West of Lusk and my fuel pump went out. I coasted over to the side of the road and there was an double approach (driveway to a farm house and entrance to a field). There was an guy working on a old International. So I walked over to him and explained that my fuel pump went. Could I push the truck off on the approach to work on it (highway had no shoulder). He said sure. So I coasted it over and crawled underneath and removed the fuel pump. He walked up and said, "Where ya thinking about getting a new one?" I told him I'd try the truck stop in Lusk. He said, "They don't have em. Get in the car." So I got in the car with him and we drove into Lusk to the NAPA store. I told him, "I don't think they're open on Sunday." We got out and as we walked up to the door he said, "That's ok, I got a key." We went in and found the fuel pump I needed. He said, "Just leave the old pump and $30 bucks on the counter." I did, we left. We got back out to his place and I put the pump in. When I was just finishing up he came over and said, "Better get cleaned up, the wife has fried chicken and mashed potato's on." So I went in and had a wonderful Sunday Meal with them. I tried to pay him for his kindness and he wouldn't have nothing to do with it. But I met his two kids and found out their names.
When I got to San Diego, I went to the bank and bought two savings bonds and sent them to his kids. I did that for 3 years. It was well worth it to me. Oh, and I didn't put a return address on the envelope. Just my name.
EH, That's a great story. I've heard quite a few like that about the people in Wyoming. That is one of many reasons I love Wyoming.
can anyone tell me why out of staters quit the prison jobs so quick, in Lusk?
just guessing, but..
Harsh work environment,
Harsh living environment (windy and cold and barren (if you are used to trees & green)
Isolated community (for those used to fighting traffic and going to malls and cinaplex.)
I imagine they feel TRAPPED (not a good feeling for prison workers), and realize there is not other way to make a living there.
I.E. they got a dose of 'reality'
For the right person it is probably a 'sweet gig'. (probably for a local farmer who is working the prison 'night-shift'.) As a kid I lived near a Fed Prison and it was a great night job for the farmers. Many of them are 20+ yr employees, and still able to afford to farm.
Not to be out done by ElkHunter, my own Wyo generosity story: I went to Cheyenne one cold Feb day to be the "Nurse for a Day" at the Wyoming legislative session. I live between Ft. Laramie and Lingle. To save time I thought I would take the dirt cut-across from Wheatland to just outside Lingle. It hadn't snowed for a week or so and not much snow was left on the ground and the road looked dry. Unfortunately, at the first turn I slid off the road into the ditch and was stuck. To make matters worse this was the college's car as I had just started working at EWC and the college was sponsoring my little jaunt.
It was getting dark fast and there had been no other vehicles in sight for along time so I decided to start walking back to Wheatland - in a dress and heels. (I know, I know, the first rule is to stay with the car, but it was so close to home I reasoned). The wind was comming up, it was getting darker and I could not find an occupied house on the highway! I even tried walking up to a missle site fence hoping I would trigger some kind of security camera or alarm...nothing. Mild panic was setting in. Finally I saw house lights in the distance down a side road so I took off in that direction. I made my way to a farm house and an elderly couple let me right in and the wife plied me with hot chocolate while the husband went to get the John-Deere out to find the car and pull it out of the ditch. The wife and I had a nice chat about all the books they had in the living-room.
After about an hour the husband came back and told me he couldn't get the car out so they would just drive me home. I assured them that if I could just call my husband he could come get me (bcp -before cell phones). No, no they would like a drive, so off we went. I thanked them over and over again and they told me it was nothing; they have had stranded motorists before. I offered to pay for gas but of course that "was out of the question!"
The next day I faced an embarrasing recounting of my stupid judgement with the new college president. Later I was told that the Good Samaratin had inadvertantly damaged something important on the car (I forget what it was) while trying to pull it out of the ditch. I wasn't fired, the college had a good laugh about the new nurse, and I made new friends on a lonely farm outside Guernsey.
My thoughts about why people don't stay after relocating to Wyo for a job at the prison: spouses have a hard time finding employment, no-where to live, no fast-food places (there are a few in Torrington "but no McDonald's!"), they miss trees and it "gets so brown in the summer", nothing to do off-hours and if you want to do something you have to be willing to drive for it, bad roads in the winter, nothing to do, no big-box stores -again you have to drive for this privledge, poor cable selection, nothing to do (are you sensing a theme here?).
Just things I hear from unhappy transplants, NOT my opinion.
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My thoughts about why people don't stay after relocating to Wyo for a job at the prison: spouses have a hard time finding employment, no-where to live, no fast-food places (there are a few in Torrington "but no McDonald's!"), they miss trees and it "gets so brown in the summer", nothing to do off-hours and if you want to do something you have to be willing to drive for it, bad roads in the winter, nothing to do, no big-box stores -again you have to drive for this privledge, poor cable selection, nothing to do (are you sensing a theme here?).
Just things I hear from unhappy transplants, NOT my opinion.
Exactly why we love it!
Great story. But we should mention that those kind of folks aren't just huddled around Lusk, they're all over the state.
I'm thinking about writing a book where the setting is Lusk and I was wondering if that would be a good idea. What do you people think?
It would depend on what the book is about whether I would think it's a good idea or not. But, I like the area and have found there to be interesting people and good country there.
Have you ever been to Lusk or even Wyoming? That would make a big difference too. It wouldn't do the folks of Lusk justice if you hadn't at least been there and experienced it.
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But, I like the area and have found there to be interesting people and good country there.
