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In the late 50s when I was a kid growing up in Ridgecrest, CA, my parents would occasionally drive up to Reno. More often we'd go to Las Vegas, so it was always a special treat to drive north on 395. The Sierras, as we called them, were always so other wordly, so big. And then Reno with its beautiful bungalows and ranches and the Truckee rolling right through town. I would imagine living here and think that someday I would move to Reno and make a million on the slot machines.

• History of Reno
• History of Bungalows
• History of the Ranch
• History of Nevada
• History of the Sierra Nevada
• History of Nevada Gambling