I heard the news this week that my high school friend, Tom Teseniar, passed away from a stroke. There are names from your youth that make you smile before you even realize it, and Tom’s was one of them. We grew up together in a time when your summer job might involve pumping gas, washing…

I’ve always had a soft spot for little scraps of history—the kind you don’t find in the polished textbooks, but in old newspapers, forgotten interviews, or overheard tales told by folks who were there. Northern Nevada is full of those tidbits, tucked away like sagebrush secrets. One of my favorites comes from Clark Gable, in…

There are certain moments in life where you realize you’re not as nimble as you used to be, and for me, that moment came twelve feet up on a ladder with a wasp eyeballing me—literally. Now, I’m not a bug killer. I leave spiders to weave their little corner hammocks, let ants carry on with…

Once again, the media plays its old trick. A story that should’ve been headline news, blazing across every front page, is buried so deep you need a shovel to find it. Why? Because it doesn’t fit the narrative they want you to swallow. Take what happened on September 21 in Katy, Texas. Three men—Mahmood Abdelsalam…

Back where I grew up, folks used to say if you took a wrong turn on Highway 199, you didn’t get a second chance. That stretch of road between Crescent City, California, and Grants Pass, Oregon, is less of a highway and more of a dare laid out by a mischievous road engineer with a…

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but stories these days have a strange way of disappearing. Now, I’m not talking about fairy tales you heard as a kid that get replaced by the next bedtime adventure. I’m talking about hard news — the kind of events that shape a community, scar families, and ought to…

There are acronyms in life that folks toss around like confetti at a small-town parade. Some are polite, like NASA and the PTA. Others get stitched together with a little more military salt and pepper. One of those is “SNAFU,” which means “Situation Normal, All Fouled Up.” Then there’s its big, ugly cousin, “FUBAR,” which…

I don’t pretend to understand how the news business works these days. Oh, I know the mechanics of it—reporters, editors, headline writers, the whole circus of cameras and microphones. What I don’t understand is the selective memory of it all. Some stories are blasted across our screens day and night for weeks, while others disappear…

Ashwick had always been a quiet town, a pocket of order pressed between pine forest and mountain. People worked, slept, and raised families. Computers hummed in coffee shops and kitchens, each a window into the wider world. Nobody realized those windows could also look inward. The anomaly began on a Tuesday. Clara Henshaw, coder by…

It has taken far too long to piece together the truth about the Sacramento shooter who targeted an ABC affiliate. That delay wasn’t accidental. From the start, details about the incident were quietly buried, scrubbed from the internet, or mentioned only in passing before disappearing altogether. In an age where newsrooms pounce on stories, spinning…