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I Graduated the University of Nevada in 1993
The Nevada caucus results came laden with memories.
The Elvis impersonator competition during Hot August Nights won by a Canadian.
The pasta at one of the casino restaurants in Reno dusted with a saffron sauce, golden and delicious.
Learning about Basque immigrants….by way of Basque liquors.
“The Loneliest Road in America,” U.S. 50, where I decided 145 mph was as fast as I wanted to travel by automobile.
The judge who took a cab out to the Mustang Ranch to get laid and got in an argument over the fare that was reported in his home town newspaper.
Staying up all night when Desert Shield became Desert Storm with a judge whose son was a squadron commander on one of the first bombing runs.
Hanging out with the Pyramid Lake Paiutes, snorkeling Lake Tahoe, dodging rattlesnakes in the old mines below Virginia City.
I love my country, although the settlers get to be a little self-important at times.
That statement has brought me a lot of ridicule, but, at my age, bring it on.
Don’t get me wrong. The Trumpian silly seasons have been uncommonly silly. Also bumpy, and the bumps have been coming thick and fast ever…
