
When I moved to Reno, my mother asked me what it was like. I said it was like Charlottesville with casinos. I keep trying to find the correct way to view this place, but it's like everywhere else-in the eye of the beholder.

I saw balanced rock art in the grass near the Truckee river where it runs along first street. Then I saw the artist, Reno's Hobo, Cyrus, with his bucket for donations. I saw people standing on the other side of the river, fishing. I saw people sitting outside the Hub coffee, and I saw a man who was riding his bike with a lot of his blankets stacked on top. He had a stack of blankets on his handlebars, and a cat sat atop them. He was petting and even kissing the cat, smiling, as he rode along.