Dear editor:
I really appreciate the excellent article about the life of my old friend, Gap Pucci. So special that the nuns are going to buy his home.
I first met Gap in 1983 when I arrived in Wyoming to be an outfitter for summer pack trips and fall hunting. He was an instant friend and mentor. I loved his 'tall tales'.
This is how and why Gap came to Jackson Hole, Wyoming;
Gap was living back east and he died.
At the Pearly Gates, St. Peter was going down the checklist to see if Gap qualified to enter therein. St. Peter asked, "Have you ever been to Jackson Hole, Wyoming?"
Gap replied, "No."
St. Peter grabbed the big red lever to drop Gap through the trapdoor, but Gap quickly protested, "I've never even heard of Jackson Hole!"
So St. Peter said, "I'll give you one more chance." And he 'twinkled' Gap.
Gap sat up in his casket at his funeral and asked, "Does anyone want to go to Jackson Hole with me?"
Attendees fled the chapel, screaming. All but Peg. She stayed and raised her hand and said, "I'll go with you!"
And that is how Gap and Peg Pucci ended up in Jackson Hole.
Sincerely,
Maury Jones
Jackson Hole, Wyoming
