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At what point in life do you dare step out and take a chance, gambling everything? Most of us sense that we’re meant for some kind of adventure, but the moment to begin rarely announces itself. It usually arrives quietly—looking suspiciously like a bad idea. For my dad,
Dayton
There’s a place above Dayton that used to feel like a secret. A high overlook near the water tank where you could stand for a moment and see the country the way the old-timers saw it; wide, quiet, and tough. It sits near the route that climbs out through
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Those of us who knew him have one binding thing in common; each and every one of us has Rob’s fingerprints on our hearts. We are better people for having known him, and the world is a better place for his having lived in it. His presence was a
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Not everyone buried in the Dayton Cemetery started out famous, but one of them sure ended up that way. Meet Charles H. Russell, born in 1903, who grew up surrounded by the same sagebrush and stubborn wind that still define our Nevada home. Like many Dayton kids, he started small,
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Anger is one of the first things we ever do well. The moment we’re born, we announce our displeasure loudly—at the lights, the cold air, and the general surprise of being here at all. It’s not subtle. It’s not polite. But it is honest. That first
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I’ve never liked numbers, probably because they remind me of how random my life has been. As an example, by the time I was thirty I had attended three different colleges and held thirty different jobs. By the time I was seventy I had been married five times, and
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I’ve often wondered why the street that The Odeon sits on is called Pike Street. At first glance, the obvious guess is the Northern Pike, but that doesn’t hold up. Northern pike aren’t indigenous to Nevada. They were introduced into at least one Nevada water (Comins Lake
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Jimmy asked me to teach him how to swim. He was maybe fifteen, and I was a lifeguard not much older. He was also blind and liked to wrestle, so I wrestled him into some deep water, where he let go and learned how to swim. We became friends, and
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Before Dayton was known for mining, mills, and mischief, it had a woman with a drill and a dream. Meet Helen Rulison Shipley, born right here in Dayton on Jul. 23, 1870, and destined to become Nevada’s first female dentist. In an era when women were expected to sew,
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The stretch limo was solid white. The handsome man standing through the sunroof—wearing a solid white tuxedo and a grin you could see from orbit—was my dad. As the limo crept around California’s state capitol buildings, a string of cans rattled loudly behind it, doing exactly what
History
On Saturday evening, Dec. 13, more than 60 members of the Historical Society of Dayton Valley gathered at the Dayton Community Center to celebrate another successful year of preserving Dayton’s 176-year old history. Thanks to Vicki Kinney and Margie Sidener for chairing the event. Their efforts made the historic
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My best friend is a loudmouth bully who harassed me yesterday when I arrived late for Happy Hour, then he took off in a huff for the winter. His name is Huckleberry, and he was hatched here on the deck at Twain Haven in June of 2017. He has never