This building creeps me out. It hasn't been open for tours since September 11, so now it's just a Miniluv-esque box in the middle of E Street.
[...]the existential angst of a certain young Mr. Jon Arbuckle. It is a journey deep into the mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness and depression in a quiet American suburb.
Poor Jon. He is profoundly depressed, schizophrenic, and lives with a poltergeist. If only he had a companion, perhaps an animal of some sort...
UPDATE: the Tubes win again! No copy of the comics can go here, so make with the clickity-click.
No doubt you've noticed the way people outside the Truckee Meadows raise their eyebrows in sympathy when you tell them you're from Reno. The best response is a quiet smile--you're already in on the best kept secret.
Here's my favorite pic from last night - though maybe not the best.
The lights glowing from the interior looked like a showroom. There was a piano, sheet music, and portrait of a woman in what looked to me like late-19th Century dress. The windows, obviously, were wide open; this was intended for public viewing. It was like cleavage for houses.