The good people of Yerington had their Friday Passover jostled by what the scientific gentlemen over at the Nevada Seismological Laboratory are calling a 2.27 magnitude earthquake—though to folks unacquainted with numbers, that means your coffee cup danced a little jig, and your hound looked at you funny. At precisely 7:45 in the evening, when…

Reportin’ in Temporal Confusion from a Peculiar Frontier of Time The Nevada Legislature has done-gone and confused the sun itself. In their latest fit of political gumption—more ambition than arithmetic—they’ve passed what they’re callin’ the “Lock the Clock Act,” which, as near as can be told, is an earnest attempt to wrestle Time into submission…

Sounds Alarm While Alarm’s Turned Off Nevada’s own Senator Jacky Rosen recently visited a Reno business with a good story and a bad case of nerves. She arrived with cameras and concern, tellin’ of catastrophe and calamity brought on by President Trump’s tariffs — those fearsome duties squeezing the lifeblood out of plucky entrepreneurs. But…

The kingdoms of Nevada and Idaho have joined hands—not in holy matrimony, but in a fine bureaucratic fandango that lets unvaccinated cows cross their invisible fencelines for the noble pursuit of eatin’ grass. It’s rare to see government agencies allow anything to move about freely, but when it’s cows and commerce–exceptions are made quicker than…

Nevada Declares War on Water Bottles Here’s the latest curious happening in the silver hills of Nevada, where liberty once roamed free as a jackrabbit with a firecracker tied to its tail. It seems the good and well-washed senators of that sagebrush state, not content to lord over folks, have taken it upon themselves to…

Out west in the silver hills of Nevada, where sagebrush blows, and common sense is said to be on life support, a man by the name of Joel Vargas-Escobar—known to his companions in the art of dismemberment as “Momia”—was formally indicted for what some folks might call a touch excessive in the way of ambition–eleven…

By One Rolling in Truth and Sarcasm It’s that time again—when the Federal Election Commission flings open the shutters and lets a little sunlight in on who’s got the money and who ain’t. The first quarter fundraising deadline has passed like a church collection plate on payday, and the news from Nevada is rich with…

Gather round and lend me your common sense—for we’ve another parable from the Silver State, where politics ain’t just a profession–it’s a full-blown rodeo. The latest bronco buckin’ the headlines is none other than Michele Fiore, Nevada’s pistol-packin’ truth-talkin’ councilwoman-turned-convict, who just got thrown under the wagon by a federal judge with all the warmth…

“Go? I think not. My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command. But I cannot deny them fresh meat when it wanders so willingly into our midst. Good-bye, friend of Hagrid.” — Aragog from “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,” (2002) Cara Linton made her final check-in with the base as…

Never did I believe a fish could have a worse time of it than one chased around a skillet in a Virginia City kitchen—but that was before coming upon the curious chronicle of the Devil’s Hole pupfish. These fellers–if ever there was a tribe of uncommonly unfortunate fish, might be the most put-upon creatures ever…