Herald Publications - El Segundo, Hawthorne, Lawndale & Inglewood Community Newspapers Since 1911 - (310) 322-1830 - Vol. 4, No. 1 - January 6, 2022
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Students Receive the Gift of Hope
In an effort to further support the importance of diversity, inclusion and literacy, students from the Child Development Center (CDC) received donations from the Viewpoint School Office of Diversity, in
partnership with Echoes of Hope and the John Thomas Dye School, to provide books, bears, and a taco truck for our CDC students. Thank you to Viewpoint Office of Diversity, Echoes of Hope, John Thomas
Dye School and Dr. Carliss McGhee for always looking out for our students. Photo courtesy Inglewood Unified School District.
The Thing About Wyoming
Article and photos
by Ben & Glinda Shipley
Turn off the lights in an underground coal
mine, and you have the perfect definition of
claustrophobia. Zero residual illumination of any
kind. Invisible six-foot ceilings with no supports
prompt you to include your Skullgard-brand
hard hat in your prayers. A million gallons of
ice water flowing overhead in the Green River
and seeping down the chilly walls do nothing
to reassure. Who—you ask—was the lunatic
who begged for this tour?
And then, two nights later, an hour out of
Rawlins on a moonless 2:30AM drive, you
stop by the highway, and the lights refuse to
shut down. The illumination now consists of
a billion—or maybe 4,458 (in the northern
hemisphere)—visible stars. Either way, you
can spot every one of them. When a meteor
shower breaks out, a million—or at least a
hundred—bits of space rock, dust, and junk
catch fire on their way earthward. Amid the
sheer size of the night sky, you’re so preoccupied
with the fireworks display, that you fail
to notice the swarm of fearless, nosy mule deer
gathering about your car.
Take away Yellowstone, Jackson Hole, and
a handful of contrarian votes in the US Congress,
and most Americans would never even
know Wyoming existed. The “thing” about the
State—its defining human characteristic—after
all, is its emptiness. Its population comes in at
a fair distance behind several North American
cities. As the tenth largest state by geography,
it boasts just 2.32 citizens for every square
kilometer. People who have to travel twenty
miles for the nearest grocery store, hospital
bed, or lawman tend to develop a uniquely
hard-nosed and well-earned independence.
They also trend friendly and open (if not
exactly loquacious), once they realize you’re
not just lost on your way to Yellowstone or
the Little Bighorn.
Yet Wyoming has made history in more
ways than one. In 1890, it became the first
US Territory to achieve statehood with the
full and unfettered political and legal participation
of its women—give that an extra
second’s thought. And in 1892, it gave birth
to an entire subgenre of movie western, when
a cabal of rich ranchers imported a posse of
thugs and killers to settle boundary disputes
with their lesser rivals. The Johnson County
War brought in the US Cavalry, but on the
wrong side of history, when they rescued the
invading gangsters from near-certain annihilation
at the hands of the outraged settlers. It’s
small wonder that modern Wyomingers look
askance at such interventions.
Farther back, Wyoming served for hundreds
of years as a homeland for the Shoshoni Indians
and an illicit hunting ground for their
rivals. Most of the Shoshoni energy went into
repelling the invasions of the famous Great
Plains tribes—the Lakota, Crow, and Arapahoe,
among others—until, in the nineteenth century,
the Shoshoni partnered up with the biggest
tribe of all, the US Cavalry. The natives might
What might have been.
have bought more than they bargained for, but
what they did get was a far more nuanced
and complex modern society than the 1950s
Cowboys-and-Indians narrative—or the more
recent revisionist versions—would have us think.
Nowhere does the American Wild West,
legendary and otherwise, survive closer to
the surface than at the top of the Wind River
Canyon, in the north-central town of Cody.
In this frontier settlement, built in the late
nineteenth century by Buffalo Bill himself,
a hundred bucks will get you a night at the
Irma Hotel (named after Bill’s comely daughter)
and a dinner by the wooden bar Queen
Victoria crated and sent here in appreciation
for a command performance of Buffalo Bill’s
Wild West and Congress of Rough Riders of
the World. The next morning, don’t forget to
check your car’s oil or water your horse. It’s
a long day’s ride to anywhere.
The State of Montana to the north has arrogated
to itself the sobriquet “Big Sky”, but
the description suits the Equality State just
as well. You’re reminded of this in the hours
See Travel, page 5