Bent while boondocking outside Alkali, the Subaru’s driveshaft was repaired just in time.
John L. Smith
Whenever I find myself driving on the solitary stretch of U.S. Highway 95 outside Tonopah, I often wonder what the boom years were like.
They say the first step toward recovery is admitting you have a problem, and as he addressed Sunday’s gathering at the Nevada State Museum Wally Cuchine almost gleefully acknowledged his addiction. He is an unabashedly compulsive collector of art from Nevada and the West.
