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It’s Rodeo Week! Have fun and check the Press in print and online for activities and schedules.
Welcome, visitors. We’re glad you’re here.
Say you’ve got a hot fudge sundae from the good folks at our local Dairy Queen…
You’ve got the ice cream, the hot fudge, the whipped cream, the nuts. There’s something missing.
Tom Warnke’s diorama of the Battle of the Rosebud is a terrific exhibit and outstanding addition to our Sheridan County Museum. The metaphorical cherry (or sprinkles) on top. The exhibit includes an accompanying mural by Connie Robinson.
A good crowd turned out Saturday morning as well to congratulate Tom. He answered questions and explained components of the battle, which in many ways set the stage for the seminal Battle of the Little Big Horn. The Battle of the Rosebud, say historians, was considered a draw yet happened during the highest tensions of the ongoing Indian Wars. The June 17, 1876, battle included Gen. George Crook and Native American leaders Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull. Crook pulled his troops into a defensive mode to recover from the fighting and as a result, was unable to support Gen. George Custer June 25-26. Americans pretty much know what happened next.
Warnke spent one year doing the research and completing the diorama, his 19th. Skip Peterson painted the meticulous details of the landscapes, the combatants and wildlife, including rabbits and rattlesnakes.
It’s one more interesting place to visit this week (or later) with friends and family.
Rosie Schaap’s memoir, “Drinking with Men,” is a splendid little story that celebrates the dynamics of a neighborhood bar — the interactions of its clientele, the owners, the location, the bartenders and the vibe therein. Though a New Yorker and writing about her favorite watering holes, her descriptions of bar “regularhood” could fit anywhere, say Sheridan, Wyo., with ease.
It’s available from our Main Street book seller, Sheridan Stationery Books and Gallery, located right smack in the middle of Historic Downtown Sheridan, a venue that will no doubt be crowded this week with natives, newcomers and welcomed visitors.
I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; — that is by natural impulse, undictated by a sense of duty or obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends and call their faces out of the shadows and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why, save that we love to do it, we may content ourselves that that friendship is a reality and not a fancy – that it is built upon a rock and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.
— Mark Twain, 1835-1910, American journalist, author, humorist