Saturday, October 06, 2007
The Esquire Article
Esquire - a magazine I wouldn't buy if you pointed a gun to my head - gave a great big shout-out to Reno as part of their Esquire 100 feature. Now that I no longer live in Reno, I'm back to being able to appreciate rather than loathe it. And while the author needs to be shot for the last two sentences in the following excerpt, it's nice to see Northern Nevada getting some decent press.
It is 10:30 a.m., and one shaft of sunlight is pushing its way down from the sky, through a crack between two buildings, across a street full of pickup trucks and Ford Tauruses, through a plate-glass window, and falling heavily upon the table, upon my breakfast. I'm riding on a little less than two hours' sleep. I have seen the sun now and again on this trip. Three days that seem composed only of wedges of time, vignettes played alternately by people on the make or on vacation. Three hours at a crap table here, five hours of blackjack there, a driving range, a stack of pancakes, maybe a bus ride, thirty drinks in those tiny little casino glasses, a six-hour poker tournament, then a sprinkle of rain, a cigar by a river I can't name, and a miraculous hamburger at 4:00 a.m. You've been there. I am in Nevada, leading a life in which the sun is a mere footnote to the mission. Go away, sun, you fucking housefly. I'm doing some livin' here. - More
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