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There was a time when you could keep a family secret. Not anymore. But the real surprise isn’t that we can now discover things. It’s that the truth seems to have been waiting for us all along. I saw that the day my dad, Mark King, looked at
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If a man wishes to learn the true character of Virginia City, he should attend its festivals. Parades will show you its pride, saloons will show you its honesty, and its cooking competitions will show you what it’s willing to eat when nobody is watching. Virginia City proved this
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Isn’t it too bad that we are clever enough to create a weapon so powerful as to deter our enemies, then we have to start knocking off our enemies before they replicate that same weapon, and knock us off… Where does it all end? May I humbly suggest Drawing
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I escaped a head-on collision by the narrowest of margins four years ago. Back then, Hwy 50 past Silver Springs toward Fallon was a worn strip of asphalt—one lane each direction, no margin for error. Near misses were common. Accidents were no surprise. It is much improved now. But
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It was late Monday morning on USA Parkway when three Stockton citizens set out in search of scenery and found the law instead. The sun was up, and the road was open, but the car, it turns out, was not theirs. Storey County deputies, who have developed a suspicious nature
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It might be safe to say that Moses, the prophet, was the first reporter of record. When Moses received the Ten Commandments, well, this was some heavy news to deliver to an unsuspecting public. I can only imagine the reaction those Commandments might have had in France…“No adultery? Hey,
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When my dad, Mark King, was young, he didn’t believe much in staying put. He worked at dude ranches in Wyoming, herded cattle, and rode in rodeos from the Texas/Mexico border all the way up to Canada. He loved the image and the lifestyle of the “Old West.
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Reno, in its infinite wisdom, has decided that wild horses and motorists should no longer play a game of “Guess Who Gets Hurt First” along the Virginia Foothills. To this noble end, the city has forked over a cool $702,000 to a company called Soli-Tech, which sounds like a
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Most friends who have visited Twain Haven (my home) over the past nine years have met Huckleberry, my pet Steller Jay who stops by every afternoon at Happy Hour for a Beer Nut. We have a special relationship, a bond we only wish we could pass along to our more
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It was a Friday evening over a year ago in Virginia City, the only place I know where a person can drink history by the glass and still owe for it later. I was occupying my customary post at the Tahoe House, engaged in the serious civic duty of reducing
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On his thirteenth birthday, my dad, Robert “Mark” King, gave himself a present: a one-way ticket west. He walked into a Greyhound station in New Jersey with $23 in his pocket and more determination than common sense. He asked the ticket agent how far $12 would take him. He chose
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When Ski Incline expanded to 8500 feet with a new quad to become Diamond Peak back in 1987, Lee Weber Koch invited me to be the first civilian to ride up with her and mountain manager Jim Bradshaw, and ski down. What an honor… School was out that day, and