Ah, Nevada. This week I saw some great Nevada sights, some of which I know will perpetuate the big Nevada stereotypes, but I swear I am not making them up.
I saw a sign outside of what can only be a brothel, that said “No Shirt, No Shoes, Good Service”.
Around the corner I say “Inez’s Dancing and Diddling”. I wonder what they sell there?.
Then, I walked by the authoritative news source, the “High Desert Advocate” with the headline “Thieves Hit Va Va Voom – $30,000 in Porn Stolen”. Front page news. There is a $1,000 reward – but they think it was an inside job. I had to buy the paper – the headline alone was worth 50 cents. I was not disappointed. The police blotter and the extensive article about the man who attempted self immolation (BIG word for a little paper – I had to look it up) continue to amuse me.
And of course, we drove by the legendary VIP spa – which offers Body Shampoos, with the obligatory “finishing massage”. I don’t even want to know what those are.
When I got out to the car this morning, there was a flyer on my window – the “weekly planner” for Club Rio – wouldn’t want to miss any of the action there, I am so glad they are helping people plan their week.
I tried to get a picture of the Battle Mountain town letters, but since they are white and it was snowy, that didn’t really work. I did manage to eat at the Star again, which was outstanding, but now I think I am ready to go home.
So I just drove 4 hours through the remarkable Northern Nevada landscape – the snowy mountains, the roaming antelope and herds of wild stallions. It is certainly beautiful, but it can’t hold a candle to the view of the thermometer in Tucson.
P.S. This time I sat in 9C – my seat mate? A Squishy salt and pepper busnissman, but he did sleep the whole way and we didn’t talk. Not as good as coworker’s DISHY business man, but still better than Moe.
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