For someone who's never been to Nevada, let alone Virginia City, it's another world. We wear guns, knives, and some even carry their rifles. This is the old west in what glory it has left. A bastion of liberty in an America that's ever becoming a liberal shit hole. People giving up what freedoms they are supposed to have because they're too damn busy concentrating on what's their's. Ignoring the fact that their America is disappearing. Well, up here in Nevada, we CHERISH what America is, what America was, and what America should always be... right arch? Archangle is a good man. I thoroughly enjoyed talking with him. He's a real man and isn't here on this board as anything he isn't. I hope to have another beer with him sometime soon. So... on to the pictures. Arch walked up to me as I was listening to David John and the Comstock Cowboys in the Bucket of Blood Saloon and said, "are you Pale Rider?" I didn't expect to see him but there he was. I told him I'd brought my camera and that I'd have Wiskey take a picture of us so I could post it here. Well... here's me and arch in front of the Bucket of Blood Saloon up in Virginia City. He related to me that he wasn't real fond of guys as tall as me, so I stood on the down side of the sidewalk. I'm only 6' 2' barefoot, but with the Tony Lama's on, make that about 6' 5'. x We have a nice thing going in Nevada. The longer it lasts the better. It's our own little slice of heaven, where time has forgotten us, up in Virginia City.