When my dad died (when I was 16) we took a trip to Nevada to meet my uncle and California to visit with friends of my mom. (My uncle had moved to California and then Nevada, and refused to fly so he never went back to Ohio.) They live just outside of Reno, so one of the day trips we took was to Virginia City.
For some reason, I have been thinking about Virginia City a lot lately. It really is like what you would imagine an old Wild West city to be. It is just a really cool place, and somewhere I always said I would take my kids. With the way Marty's vacation works out, that probably won't happen... at least as long as we are
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