Don’t be a Dweeb, run like a Rhino:
— With motorcycle rallies, bigger is not always better, as runs that are less involved can also be fun. In the same weekend as an area Memorial Run celebrates its 20th anniversary by wrapping up what it calls the largest western Wisconsin run — starting anywhere and anytime — on Saturday in Ellsworth, there is another option. This is the Dick’s Ride ‘Em Hard Run on Sunday, where the operative number is 33.3. That’s the average number of miles between the three featured stops, before participants find themselves back at Dick’s Bar and Grill at 5 p.m. Registration is at 11 a.m. and riders leave at noon.
— There will be Rhino in town for the second time in a week, just going to show that the Smilin’ Moose is not the only creature on the loose in Hudson. Rhino, fittingly will play the Moose on Friday night, following a performance at the North Hudson Pepper Festival last Saturday that’s one of their many in the Hudson area in the last few years.
— Speaking of Pepper Fest, the Dweebs closed the place down on Sunday night, showing that they are talented musicians and more than just a novelty act — with more stage presence than the average geek. Of particular interest, for me, was the way they mixed in the echo during In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins. Some locals had wondered aloud, are the Dweebs actually on stage locally on a Sunday? Well, having been dubbed America’s Favorite Party Band, they are slated for festivals all this weekend, Wednesday through Sunday (yes), getting started by playing the Corn Palace in Mitchell, S.D.
— And speaking of that theme, coming off their big corn feed earlier in the month, the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt this Friday and Saturday will have the The Brothers Mayer and Strangers, respectively.

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