Like a row of porcelain dolls, they stared blankly at me. Rows upon rows of people stood motionless in awkward positions in front of the bar. Neither drunk or sober, their blood was the equivalent of driving down the center of the road. I genuinely wanted to help them but they were beyond help. They … Continue reading
His name was Ross Taggart and he was my college roommate for almost two years. We shared a room above the garage at this crummy house in downtown Reno. Ross was working on a master’s degree and I was finishing my bachelors. He was older than me by three years and congenially molded himself into … Continue reading
Funny thing happened at G. Ray Hale Fieldhouse on Tuesday. Serving at the pleasure of my editor, I went to cover West High’s last home game of the season. They were hosting the lady Lancers of Granger in basketball. I went to the game expecting a blowout. Granger handed West their lunch the first time … Continue reading
Happy New Year’s, y’all. I want to wish everyone a very happy 2013. 2013. 13 is not just a great number, it is my lucky number. It’s the day in March that my father was born and one of the few squares on a roulette table that always gets a chip. It is the number … Continue reading
What’s the best way to celebrate a tough night at work? How about a couple of slices of pizza from The Pie Hole? After pouring drinks for a bunch of gorillas and wannabe flappers, I needed sanctuary after my evening. I was spent. The mental toughness to stare down knuckle-draggers and prostitutes in the making … Continue reading
I’ve never honored a boycott before. In every self-righteous rant about the evils of Taco Bell and Walmart and vowing never to step foot into one of these death-dealers again, I’ve have quickly found myself eating a MexiMelt while walking the aisles of Sam Walton’s joint. It’s tough. For every time I’ve swore off Coors … Continue reading
Stonewash was my only option. I was living on 100 South in the Ellis Building, in the middle of a nasty and public break-up and without a car. There wasn’t a laundry machine in the apartment complex and I needed a place to wash my clothes. Hauling a month of dirty laundry in a duffle … Continue reading
The sun was breaking through the desert sky when I started putting away my tools. For the last eight hours, I was alone in the C Terminal at McCarran Airport with two other electricians. We were installing new fire alarms and strobe lights along the walls and into the ceiling. The airport was a ghost … Continue reading
I’ve sustained substantial testicular damage from bartending at Keys On Main. It has been a chronic injury. It is not the result of taking cocktail waitress into the liquor closet or deflowering customers into the back office. It happens when I pour a draft beer. You’re first response should be what my doctor said, “Well, … Continue reading
40-miles east of Kamas along a road that begs to be driven hard through curtains of quaking aspen and lodge pole pines, a crystal blue lake hides in the mountains of the Uintas. The air is biting cold in the late afternoon even though the sky mimics a child’s blue marble. Up a beaten path, … Continue reading
