The morning sun had been up about an hour when Arlo Mathers pulled up in his truck, got out, and stretched. Six Mile Canyon Road was quiet as he looked up towards the site and remains of Big Jim Davis' 1870s silver forge. That's what Arlo liked about the Comstock, not only Virginia City but … Continue reading The One-time Town of Six Mile
Flags are at half staff in memory of former Nevada U.S. Senator Harry Reid, who died at his home in Henderson, Nev., on Tue., Dec. 29, 2021, at 82. His wife, Landra Reid, said in a statement that he passed “peacefully” surrounded by friends “following a courageous, four-year battle with pancreatic cancer.” “Harry was a … Continue reading U.S. Senator Harry Reid, 1939-2021
As a rule, I do not engage in New Year resolutions. What possessed me to do so yesterday morning, I cannot say. What I do know is that I broke my lifelong pledge, and I possibly established a new world's record for breaking a brand new undertaking. Like I always say, "Never do anything halfway." … Continue reading Chew Briskly
No, I shall not divulge which Virginia City saloon this happened in, but it does need saying that the young woman tending the bar that afternoon was a Millennial. Ordering an Irish coffee with plans to wait out the snowstorm slamming Mt. Davidson and the Comstock, she handed me my change. One of the coins … Continue reading Bringing in the Sheaves
My Cousin Elmo says, "The Devil can't have you if you're self-possessed."
I saw Daddy beating Santa Claus Underneath a streetlamp last night. He kicked him in his sprite And I thought it plain effed up As Santa fought jus' like a wild pup. I saw the cops clubbing Santa Claus Underneath a streetlamp last night They smacked Daddy all around As they forced them to the … Continue reading How It Really Went Down
It is less than a full minute from Boxing Day, and the trio has gathered together for one more visit, though it is brief. A sadness hangs silently in the fogginess of the quiet night, and not even the blazing lights of the twelfth day are reflecting on their loneliness. Lo, Christmas has come and … Continue reading The Christmas Letdown
After a long Christmas eve day of moving cattle from the upper field to the valley and closer to our home, I was tired and ready for bed after a good supper. We'd been in bed for at least two hours when the dog barked, and a knock came on our front door. "Who in … Continue reading The Old Man at the Door
My Cousin Elmo says, "Deck the Halls and not the family."
Fractured and missing pieces, I decided to buy the framed tile anyway. It bore this single word, "Grace." The clerk tried to talk me out of it, saying she'd send someone back to find a better one. I told her no, that it was perfect as is. She frowned at me and tried again to … Continue reading Merry Christmas
Tongue in God's ear, a true story... We have had a thermal inversion over the area the past few days leading to pogonip. Pogonip, known more widely elsewhere as hoar frost, hangs low to the ground, thick and blinding in some areas, patchy and thin in others. Buddy and I went out for a walk … Continue reading The Tricks the Mind Plays
Where Chance O'Gregory was sneaking off to each evening, I had to find out, and so I pretended to be asleep when he slipped from our cabin and started up the hillside towards our claim. My colleague had the same idea as he rolled from his cot, fully dressed as well. Quietly, we followed O'Gregory … Continue reading What the Dickens?
I drink coffee because if I didn't, I'd be like a two-year-old with his blankie in the wash.
He is one of those Virginy City folk who picks a person whose lot he thinks is a lump of coal, then goes to work, figuring out a way to make their Christmas special. This year Alibi Ames had Brutus Howl in his sights, whose job it is to write about the goings-on of the … Continue reading A VC Christmas; or How to Use the Comstock Chronicle
Insomnia is jus' another word for things you forgot to think of earlier in the day.
I had to get up and get going after realizing that today's bad decisions needed my help.
Lander and Elko Counties in Nevada are talking about replacing equipment manufactured by Dominion Voting Systems. It comes amid ongoing concerns about tampering and fraud that evidence, wholly ignored by the media and political elites, tying the equipment to Venezuela and George Soros. And like a good lapdog, the Associated Press got out front of … Continue reading Dominion Voting Machines Make the Nevada News Cycle Again
It was "Take Your Child to Work Day," and I got permission to participate. We walked into the office, and I showed my son my cubical, my desk and then gave him a tour around the building, where he met all of my co-workers. We returned to my cubical, letting him sit in my seat … Continue reading Take Your Child to Work Day
From the most recent file box I've been sorting through, I found what might be the very first poem I ever wrote. My 10-year-old handwriting is such that I cannot tell if it is dated March 5 or May 5, 1971. Poor Peter Cotton Tail Robbed mother's garden He went to county jail Meat pie … Continue reading Meat Pie
My wife made the coffee this morning. When she handed me a cup, she winked at me. I was never so scared to drink something as I was at that moment.
I dropped a hardbound copy of "A Christmas Carol," on my foot. It hurt like the dickens.
Acrylic, 16 x 20 inches
Recovering from a skull fracture, I was asked again by the Trooper to explain how I wrecked my truck. I consented, though I knew no one believed me. "My truck slid off the road because of the icy conditions and rolled down the hillside near the old Orphir mine," I said. "I hit my head … Continue reading Tommyknockers to the Rescue
Standing there in my grief, I watched as she walked away from me and out of my life. I watched as the darkness of the night swallowed her up. Looking down, I studied the diamond ring that she had returned. It no longer held the shine that I remembered the day I gave it to … Continue reading Swallow
It has been difficult for me to do any personal writing for the last few days. That is how busy I have been, writing for the two newspapers and attending holiday events. And no, I am not complaining. It has been ages since I've been invited to a dinner party or to attend a festive … Continue reading About that Mistletoe
I don't get nearly enough credit for all the things I manage not to say.
Do you know why God didn't allow dogs to speak? To teach us that love and loyalty are demonstrated by actions and not words
I can't believe it's Omicron season already. I still have my Delta Variant decorations on display.
Wrapping Presents is Folding Laundry's asshole cousin.
Home is where you trust the toilet seat.
When born, her parents saw nothing but a bright future ahead for their only child, a daughter they named Sally. But try as hard as they could, though an attentive and imaginative little girl now a toddler, she refused to talk. Then one day, when she was out of her parent's sight, she found a … Continue reading The Elocution of Sally Petonis
Omicron, when unscrambled, is Moronic
Since the economic downturn of 2008, we have used a plastic Christmas tree instead of fetching one ourselves from the forest or paying for one already cut and sitting in the corner of some near-deserted parking lot. Last night, I promised I would bring it inside so my wife could decorate it. First, I combed … Continue reading Oh, # @ !% Christmas Tree!
Our Roomba beat me to an M&M, I dropped on the floor. This is how the war against the machine started.
To get rid of old papers and other clutter (which is hard for me,) I have begun transcribing everything into a typed record. To the best of my ability, I will stay faithful to what I first wrote, save for spelling and some odds-and-ends of grammar. 1969 Jul. 4. There is this thing called Woodstock … Continue reading It is Time