How Do We Solve A Problem Like Maria?

There’s a guy in McDermitt, the local yokel, the stereotypical small town drunk, who comes into the bar a couple of times a day to play slots, drink cans of Budweiser and buys packs of cigarettes and six-packs to-go from us. In this post I’ll refer to him as “Maria,” to protect his identity. Along with…

Two Minutes in the Life

Here is a Vine video showing my short walk to Say When through the center of McDermitt. The center of town. Really.

Longing for Waiting Rooms, and Other Excitement

I’ve only lived in McDermitt, Nevada, the middle of nowhere, for about six months. In these recent months I’ve learned a couple of things that make the time here go by faster and the place seem more pleasant and less desolate. One of the things that I consistently look forward to is leaving town. Duh. Whether…

Dear Boise

Dear Boise, Idaho: Thank you for the postcard and kind words! You’re truly missed and admired by both Sean and myself, for many reasons as obvious as this. Love and equality for all, Sean and Leigh Ann

The Horseshoe Club and All Its Glory

While bartending the other night, a trucker came in late during my shift. Because the cafe had already closed, he sat at the bar for a bloody beer. We began to chat, finding a common denominator in that he was from Elko, Nevada, and I used to live there. Actually, Elko is where Sean and…

Make It Rain?

  My first experience doing the daily vault count was not as terrifying or spectacular as the film Casino would make it seem. Although I’d never before had hands-on contact with so much green, I did not feel the urge to “make it rain.” This actually disappoints me just a little bit. On the other…

What Am I Doing?

By trade and nature, I am a planner. That doesn’t mean I can’t be, or don’t enjoy spontaneity. The next few months will test my adaptability and patience; this I know… It is one of the few things I can plan on. [LINK] My current work/life situation seems to change on a daily basis. In limbo…

Adventure Time!

Some folks make extreme life choices. They leave good, secure jobs to follow a dream or escape the monotony of daily life. Some buy the farm (literally, and sadly, sometimes figuratively) they’ve always wanted; they raise goats, and chickens and sell pickled foods at farmers markets. Some run for a political office in a state…