The lost weekend

Welcome to this week’s Reno News & Review.

Spring is in the air! You can tell by the snow that’s covering my house and deck this beautiful Monday morning.

You can probably guess that I’m chomping at the bit to get some more vegetables in the ground. As I mentioned last week, I constructed a hoop house over my garden. A hoop house is sort of a temporary green house made with plastic sheeting. I actually believed I was going to plant a tomato or two during the last days of March just to see if the structure would live up to its hype. I heard in a conference in Fallon a couple weeks ago that a well-constructed hoop house would increase temperatures an average 30 degrees over outside.

Well, the big winds came along, and let’s just say, the keyword in that last sentence was “well-constructed.” While the structure stood tall, the plastic came loose on the bottom on the back half, which basically allowed the breeze to blow right through. I’m glad I held off on the nightshades. The cool season stuff is doing fine. I should make my repairs and modifications just in time to take the thing down for the summer.

But with the springtime energy coursing through my veins, I couldn’t help but to get myself out among ’em both Friday and Saturday nights. Started out at the Polo Lounge and then to Chapel after work Friday. Saturday night, I met my new friend Matt Becker at Red Rock. We headed over to Studio on 4th for the We heART Bikes shindig, narrowly missing Brad Bynum’s band, The Frontiersmen, and then over to Remi Jourdan’s place The Underground to see the MarchFourth Marching Band. You know, this city is a constant frustration, but I can’t think of anywhere I belong more. I remember only 15 years ago or so when our choices for what to do on a Saturday night were slim to none. These days, we’re going to run out of cab fare before we run out of things to do.