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The Ballad of Sol Jones
Sol Jones, considered a halfwit by many, kept his head down as he rode his horse through Reno. It had been five, long and hard, years since he’d been here and things had changed in that time period. Soon he was north of town, nearing Verdi, following the Central Pacific Railroad track, the same outfit…
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I hate being bi-polar. It’s awesome!
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My Soul has Forgotten
Once, I stood before God, Yet this soul has forgotten. All memories having ceased But that seed carried in me, Because the heart could not. Be happy and rejoice, for My soul stood before God! And yet… The dirt poor and dirt rich, To dirt we all shall return. Doesn’t this sound unfair? For that…
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The Singularity
He blinked hard, as the light hurt his eyes. Vernor Vinge couldn’t help but look, it was the brightest, most pure light that the science fiction writer had ever seen. Then he felt the words, “come here,” more than heard them. Vernor followed the instructions, stepping through the far end of the wiring. As he…
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The Upside
Touching and humorous. Two thumbs up.
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For a Drink of Muddy Water
From monsoon-type storms all night to 108-degrees by mid-morning. That is the life of a desert tramp, who for the most part had no idea where he was on any map. Before each night, I’d lay out a stick or look for a point-of-reference to help me maintain my direction of travel. Since the sun came…
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Biggish Thought
Perhaps, one day… After I’m dead, gone, Somebody’ll discover All that I’ve written. Perhaps they might say, “This guy was a great writer — Too bad he didn’t live to see himself Get famous or make money at it.” Perhaps, one day… After I’m dead, gone. Perhaps. Perhaps.
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Lost Opportunity of this Century
The first original Reno Rodeo showing, “Carnival of the Range,” was held July 1st through the 5th, 1919. This year, the 100th anniversary, is a ten-day run from June 20th to the 29th. Nevada Writers Hall of Fame writer, Western author and artist Will James drew the original souvenir poster for the rodeo. I pulled this from…
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Rising Morn
like a mountain giant waking stone-stiff and re-entering days after thousand-year slumber we now wonder what we have missed ignoring the joy of morning
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I left Facebook a couple of days ago and its stock has gone up. Coincidence? I think not.