You can't see Hell from Reno...

but you can see Sparks.

My downstairs neighbor works in Fallon. Fallon, Nevada Poor guy has to live in a hotel and only gets to see his dog every other weekend.

My family moved up to Incline Village during my senior year in high school. The living on Lake Tahoe part wasn't bad, but the sudden inrush of solicitations to go to a Nevada state university wasn't exactly welcome. Who wants to go to college in Reno, for God's sake?

Which all combines to make my dream last night particularly irksome. Mom managed, and how, I know not, to get me a full-ride scholarship into a higher degree program. Saying, what the hell, I packed up and moved. Only, I got there, and it was a Master's in Landscape Agronomy, and I had a fit. I also didn't have anyplace to put my Legos.

My parents do the most wacky, well-intentioned things in my dreams.