Now, dear reader, let me tell you a tale, not of romance or personal misadventures, but of a young woman and a desert silence that stretched over forty years until the long arm of truth reached clear through the grave. In the spring of 1981—back when hairstyles were higher than hopes and polyester ruled the…

Patterns Spark Speculation The death of Pope Francis at age 88 on April 21, 2025, has sent ripples through the Catholic world, not only for the loss of a pontiff but also for the eerie numerical patterns surrounding his passing. As mourners gather at Saint Peter’s Basilica, speculation is mounting about whether these numbers—particularly 7,…

The winter of ’60 looms like a jagged white slaughterhouse, a frozen purgatory where the Trask Expedition—eighty-seven souls, now a ragged clutch—teeters on the brink of annihilation. Snow entombs their wagons in a pass-turned crypt, mules rot under drifts, their bones jutting like grim totems, and the wind howls like a banshee on a mushroom…

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…