Now, I don’t reckon there’s a more jittery breed of creature on this Earth than a Wall Street investor with a fresh chart in his hand and a nervous tick in his eye. Why, a squirrel in a thunderstorm has a steadier constitution. And this week, those fellers got it in their heads that Tesla,…

The Tale of Two Gents Who Couldn’t Take a Hint Sit a spell and lend an ear, for I’ve got a yarn fit for these curious times—a tale fresh outta where dice roll and luck breaks like cheap china. It’s about two gents—one from Mexico, t’other from El Salvador—who’ve found themselves once more in the…

By a Disbelievin’ Observer of Modern Wonders Well, now, would you believe it? The highfalutin’ Nevada Department of Motor Vehicles—known far and wide as the bastion of long lines and stern looks—has finally opened the doors of the Internet to the proud owners of yesteryear’s iron steeds. That’s right–folks can now renew their classic car…

By all accounts, Nevada has hitched its wagon to the sun and made a mighty fine show of it. The Silver State, once known chiefly for its silver and gambling dens, now boasts the second-highest solar electricity production in the nation—enough to make its neighboring states look like they’re still rubbing two sticks together to…

How to Become a Public Spectacle Without Tryin’ Now I reckon it ain’t often that a man can sink himself with both feet in the Walker River mud of his mouth, but Edward “Owen” Dickie done managed it with the flair of a vessel goin’ full steam into a sandbar. Mesquite, that warm little Nevada…

Now, gather round, you sovereign souls, and lend your ears to a tale both bewilderin’ and familiar, concernin’ the land of dust and dreams they call Nevada. The good folks in Carson City have been stirrin’ the pot, hopin’ to make stew outta land, law, and justice—though whether it’ll fill any bellies remains to be…

An outsider in a world with no place for him. No kin, no blood to call his own. His wife was gone, cold in the ground, and his son absent on purpose, leaving him hollow. Old now, his bones creaked with the weight of years, and he wondered how to slip free of it all.…

A Money Tree We’d Rather See In the grand circus of Washington, where fine folks gather to jaw and jostle over the nation’s doings, Representative Mark Amodei, a son of Nevada’s sagebrush and silver, has fixed to plant a Jefferson American Elm on the Capitol’s lower West Terrace, come April 29 at nine in the…

By a Man Who’s Seen Saints and Sinners Wear the Same Robes Governor Joe Lombardo, with all due solemnity and not a hint of side-eye, has ordered the flags of the United States and the Great State of Nevada lowered to half-staff in honor of His Holiness Pope Francis, who recently departed this world for…

If it ain’t the finest example of “catching a fish right after it jumps in the net,” Deputies in Crescent Valley, a place most folks couldn’t find with a map, have managed to seize around 4,500 pounds of marijuana, all processed and ready for the kind of business no good citizen would want a part…