Hi! This is Yram Sicnarf. I’m filling in for Murdo Girl for a few days. She’s resting. You probably don’t realize this, but I’m quite a bit younger than Murdo Girl. I reside in Texas near Gun Barrel City, where our motto is, “We Shoot Straight.” I’m a traveling crack-up reporter.
I just got to Rapid City. I’m going to the Crazy Horse Monument this morning. I snagged an interview with Crazy Horse, himself. This interview was hard to get, but it will put another feather in my cap, and an arrow in my quill.
The Crazy Horse Monument is far away from the Harold Thune auditorium and the Jerrald Applebee floor, so how much trouble can I get into, right? Can you see Crazy Horse putting a restraining order on me? I don’t even like to ride horses.
We are back at the Crazy Horse Monument where Yram Sicnarf will soon be interviewing Crazy Horse. You know how when the politicians speak, they always have a bunch of people standing behind them? It makes for a good camera shot, so Sherri and Kodak are going to shoot and record the whole thing.
Yram: Good morning all! We are waiting for Crazy Horse to arrive. He is a busy man you know and he travels everywhere on his crazy horse. Oh there he is! I’ll try to get his attention. “YEOEOEOEOEYO!!” I think he heard me.
Yram: Hello Mr. Crazy Horse…Pleased to make your acquaintance. I have read your dossier, so I know everything there is to know about you. Are you new in town?
Crazy Horse: I’ve been through here a couple of times many winters ago. I remember it was cold.
Yram: It says here you are a leader. That’s pretty vague. In what kind of work are you a leader?
Crazy Horse: Well, I’m retired now, but I used to put colorful paint all over my face, then go and scare the Cavalry. It was fun, but it didn’t pay much.
Yram: If you’re retired, why haven’t you completed your statue…arthritis?
Crazy Horse: Something like that. What is there to do around here?
Yram: Well Mr. Crazy Horse. Do you mind if I call you Crazy? Have you been to Custer State Park?
Crazy Horse: You’re joking, right?
Yram: Not a park person?
Crazy Horse: A very great vision is needed, and the man who has it must follow it as the eagle seeks the deepest blue of the sky.
Yram: Just the other day, I was talking to my girlfriend and I said that same thing. I can really relate. Where are you going from here?
Crazy Horse: I’m going to Murdo. Have you ever been there?
Yram: Yes…but not within 300 yards. They don’t want me close to the football games.
Crazy Horse: I can relate.
Yram: So would you mind having your picture taken with me Mr. Horse?
Crazy Horse: That’s my horse’s name. You can call me Crazy. I don’t like having my picture taken.
I thought that was one of my better interviews, and being the tenacious crack up reporter I am, I managed to get that picture.
So the sun sets on another western South Dakota day. I wonder what foolhardy thing tomorrow will bring? How about Mt. Rushmore? That would keep her busy for a while.
Mr. President Washington, is it true you have wooden teeth? Are they hard to floss?