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Mint Bar in Sheridan, Wyoming
This is the Mint Bar in Sheridan, Wyoming. Hemingway had a hard time finishing “A Farewell to Arms” while he was in Wyoming. Local folklore says that Hemingway spent more than a few evenings in The Mint Bar playing poker until he finally headed up into the Bighorn Mountains and stopped procrastinating. Not that I would know anything about procrastinating when a deadline is on the horizon. Oh no, not me at all. But truthfully I’m glad that Papa Hemingway and I have two things in common. Procrastination and Poker. While I didn’t play poker in The Mint Bar, I did sample a superior Bloody Mary.