There were masked faces, Santa Clause faces, old bikes with broomstick riders, eyes in old car tires, unicycles, old boots out of grounds and helmeted faces with sweeping white scarves. They looked like they should be in the races.
What were the other barbwire art things, you know, the ones created from found objected discarded along the road. The ones we saw on the road from Lehman Caves in the Humboldt National Forest and the small community of Wheeler. One of those world-class places.
============= Treece Jeanice =============== Roland James =========================

Just across the dam then back to Vegas. I have taken this route many times when I came up from Phoenix to sell security systems. Then, as now, security in Vegas is a Holy Cow.
The Hover Dam doesn't look as big as the movies show. You are right on top on it before you see it. Where are we going now?

A dead horse driving a car? Let's turn around and take a look again.
Let's walk up to the burnt out antique and see what is really therein.
God! Real horse skeleton, head wire up, hoof's holding wheel with force.
Teri said, "That car will always win because you can't beat a dead horse."

"Loneliest Phone on the Loneliest Road," posted on isolated pay phone.
Rock hunting. There! That place! Teri knows will have that magic stone.
Wells, Nevada, City staff devoted workers; Mayor is nice driver for U.P.S.
Brothel billing something we'll need? Sure, I said, "Put your mind at rest."

Las Vegas gambling was bad luck; married in Reno came up all spades.
Happy Teri & I back to Reno seeing son Allan, Amy with her bridesmaids.
Always lose the max at the tables, so I do know the truth about the odds.
Entertained in Vegas & Reno, walking till stopped by pain in our quads.

NEVADA

(Silver State)