Monday, March 25, 2013

I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die... no wait, that was Johnny Cash

We passed through Reno, Nevada early in the morning on a cross country trip in 2011. There was an odd vibe at that hour...nobody around, nothing lit up, deserted. There were lots of cool mid-century motel, casino and restaurant signs, though, similar to the Fremont area of Las Vegas. We never got out of the car, so here's what we saw driving around looking out our windshield on a gray May morning.

 Sadly, we didn't see any of these gals walking around.

 Reno must be a great place to be a cardiologist.

 Is this where I apply for my new Corolla car loan?

...and after all that decadence, salvation.

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