A friend called his wife to say that she saw a horse stuck in the feet-deep snow about a quarter of a mile above her running path. She saw it two days before but thought little of it as wild horses are constantly traversing the hillsides. “It looks like it’s trapped,” she said, “No trail…

The morning sun had been up about an hour when Arlo Mathers pulled up in his truck, got out, and stretched. Six Mile Canyon Road was quiet as he looked up towards the site and remains of Big Jim Davis’ 1870s silver forge. That’s what Arlo liked about the Comstock, not only Virginia City but…

Flags are at half staff in memory of former Nevada U.S. Senator Harry Reid, who died at his home in Henderson, Nev., on Tue., Dec. 29, 2021, at 82. His wife, Landra Reid, said in a statement that he passed “peacefully” surrounded by friends “following a courageous, four-year battle with pancreatic cancer.” “Harry was a…

As a rule, I do not engage in New Year resolutions. What possessed me to do so yesterday morning, I cannot say. What I do know is that I broke my lifelong pledge, and I possibly established a new world’s record for breaking a brand new undertaking. Like I always say, “Never do anything halfway.”…

No, I shall not divulge which Virginia City saloon this happened in, but it does need saying that the young woman tending the bar that afternoon was a Millennial. Ordering an Irish coffee with plans to wait out the snowstorm slamming Mt. Davidson and the Comstock, she handed me my change. One of the coins…

My Cousin Elmo says, “The Devil can’t have you if you’re self-possessed.”

I saw Daddy beating Santa Claus Underneath a streetlamp last night. He kicked him in his sprite And I thought it plain effed up As Santa fought jus’ like a wild pup. I saw the cops clubbing Santa Claus Underneath a streetlamp last night They smacked Daddy all around As they forced them to the…

It is less than a full minute from Boxing Day, and the trio has gathered together for one more visit, though it is brief. A sadness hangs silently in the fogginess of the quiet night, and not even the blazing lights of the twelfth day are reflecting on their loneliness. Lo, Christmas has come and…

After a long Christmas eve day of moving cattle from the upper field to the valley and closer to our home, I was tired and ready for bed after a good supper. We’d been in bed for at least two hours when the dog barked, and a knock came on our front door. “Who in…

My Cousin Elmo says, “Deck the Halls and not the family.”