In hopes of attracting Yellowstone or Grand Teton-bound tourists, Sherman’s Chamber of Commerce liked to say it sat at the foot of the Rockies. Only if the Rockies had very long feet.

But the location did let KWMT boast the largest broadcast area in the state. In fact, it was challenging Billings’ stations for a chunk of Montana.

A victory there might nudge it up a spot in the rough and tumble competition of the country’s Bottom 50 television markets.

At the moment, Sherman’s location east of the mountains offered another advantage; the mountains blocked less of this sunset than they would have if we’d been farther west. And as long as I wasn’t getting singed by the flames, I enjoyed hell-fire’s display.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the Sherman Supermarket, on the western fringe of downtown, it crossed my mind that it was a heck of a lot easier to sidestep the flames out here where the buffalo used to roam than where bulls and bears stampeded through Wall Street. Not only did the parking lot take up enough real estate to make Trump swoon, but each spot was sized for a limo . . . … or a pickup truck.