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Laughlin Yet Lives

May 1, 2015

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Laughlin Yet Lives

The annual Laughlin, Nevada biker lifestyle and police overtime festival was last weekend. Officially, the event is called River Run. Greed has been killing the golden goose that literally built this Colorado River gambling town for years. Yet somehow, it lives. It is now an over-policed, third rate swap meet – which is probably unfair […]

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Notes On A River Run

May 1, 2012

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I return to Laughlin like a doomed salmon – driven by compulsion more than anticipation – and first thing the San Diego Freeway is impossible. Again. It takes me five minutes to go a mile. And as I roll past the fender bender a soft rain begins to fall. No, that last sentence is all […]

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Calendar Days

March 15, 2012

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I grow restless. I must go. I need a road trip. It is not just me. These are frustrating times and I think the road trip is one of the last remaining fragments of the broken American dream. I cling to it like a splinter from the true cross. We may no longer be able […]

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Laughlin Glory Days

May 12, 2009

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I rank irony first among virtues. I worship a sardonic God. I am not just typing. I am testifying. I saw Him once. I thought I was dead. He smirked at me, reached out his hand and tossed me back. Just like that. I have been laughing ever since. I laugh at the plague of […]

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Wild, Wild West

May 4, 2009

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Look at me now, not a care, ignorant as Adam, speeding down the Mojave Valley Highway in our traditional garb. My head is bare. I am stripped to the waist. I have on a pair of dirty Wranglers with a little, tiny knife hole in the left thigh; a big, brass belt buckle that proclaims […]

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Escape From El Lay

April 30, 2009

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The beach used to be where the poor people lived. And, even though the new houses here have become more expensive than Beverly Hills the beach is where some of us poor people still do live. It is possible to stagger out of the waves, cross the broad strand and face a trophy chopper displayed, […]

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