Fun, fun, fun

Welcome to this week’s Reno News & Review.

I love those weekends when life gets taken off the hook, glasses get smashed, and the back of my house becomes the Deck of Gomorrah. This wasn’t one of those weekends.

This was one of those great wholesome Northern Nevada weekends that require almost no planning, keep a couple of guys constantly busy, and make Mondays almost enjoyable.

My son, Hunter, and I started our weekend Friday night at the new Wolf Den. It was Hunter’s first Awful Awful. I ate my whole burger and about half the fries. From there, we went down to Rollin’ on the River, caught a bit of music before heading over to the ball diamond where we were joined by my girlfriend, Joy. We all got to watch the Aces make a mighty effort to turn the tide against the Las Vegas 51s. The fireworks that followed were more successful.

Saturday, Hunter, Joy and I and Joy’s daughter, Madeline, started the day running around like crazy to get our innertubes in shape so we could tube the Truckee. Our mission was finally accomplished with new innertubes at Reno Vulcanizing for cheaper than repair. A short ride on the river—and what’s up with those guys throwing a Budweiser to a 15-year-old girl?—and then lunch at the downtown Silver Peak. Home for lawn mowing, and a chill slide into evening.

Sunday, we slept in. I headed out to do Filet of Soul at 10:30 a.m. Church, an hour at the thrift shop, a couple hours at the gym, cheeseburgers and corn on the cob for dinner, an hour and a half or so cutting steel for a friend’s art project and a couple episodes of True Blood before gliding into a full eight hours sleep.

Reno. There are times when this town drives me crazy, but 26 years here have convinced me there’s no place I’d rather be.

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