Jackson, Wyoming

NOVELTY VISIT.

If you like to hob-knob with the snobs, you must visit Jackson, Wyoming’s official ‘snootyville’ capital.  This town embodies a perverted cowboy decadence theme, but no self-respecting Buckaroo Bob or Jodhpur Jane would set their spurs in this phony-baloney place. By population metrics, Jackson fits within our ceiling for a ‘small’ town. But the congested atmosphere feels more like a big city. This town reminds me of the 1970 lyrics by Joni Mitchell  “paved paradise and put up a parking lot”. As I  walked into town, a sign indicated that I was entering the Jackson Historic District. But I observed not a single structure resembling anything old or historic, just a lot of large, new and expensive retail shops. If you can afford a ‘modest’ 12,000 sq ft $6.5 million home-on-the-range offered at Sotheby’s or shopping for a $350,000 diamond broach at Tiffany’s, then you are just the type of discerning, discriminating shopper that Jackson is looking for. Get real – Sotheby’s and Tiffany’s – don’t they belong in Manhattan? Perhaps you made a wrong turn in New Jersey.

I couldn’t get out of town fast enough. If you are looking for a flavor of the old west, this ain’t it.