One story from my trip to Wyoming. It relates to Mike.
Back in April 07 when Mike and I went out West, we saw a Sinclair gas station in Las Vegas. Sinclair is only in the West, and the mascot is a green dinosaur, so when he saw it he gasped. He didn't know that they still existed. He then told me a story about this dinosaur that he had when he was a child and I think that he lost it at some point when he was moving around as an adult. We took a picture of the station:

We went inside to find a dinosaur, but they didn't have any. I always wanted to order one for him, but less than five months after this he was gone.
Two years later, I find myself back in the West and driving past this large Sinclair gas station on the interstate in Wyoming. I was in a wonderful mood, enjoying the drive and the scenery, but this station reminded me of the above story. Which led me to cry and cry thinking about getting a silly little green dinosaur. A happy little cry.
After a while, I decided that I should look for a dinosaur for the road trip. I stopped at a few other Sinclairs, but I could not find it. On my way back to Colorado, I found myself driving past the same gas station in Wyoming that started this memory. I stopped and looked around, but didn't find the toy. So I bought my snacks and started to walk out the door when there they were. Two of them. One of them is now mine.
Mike, the dinosaur, and I had a very nice conversation on the way back to Colorado. At one point I told him that I loved him. Then I looked off to the left and saw a small piece of a rainbow.
