When I planned my 2010 road trip, three destinations were set in stone, including Hannibal, Missouri, birthplace of America's best, brightest and most prescient social observer, Mark Twain.
Looking back, I don’t know why I expected the Wyoming Frontier Prison Museum to be fun. Perhaps I succumbed to the pop culture that celebrates and immortalizes crooks like Jesse James, Billy The Kid, Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid but sends into obscurity saints who raise orphans and nurse the sick.