(Reno, NV) As I go back to my hotel there are huge, dark clouds hanging over the western mountains. Where we live in Minnesota they would be imposing, ominous, a sign of impending doom, but here they are merely melodramatic, a sign of good-natured roughhousing. The mountains and desert loom so large and stretch so wide that clouds have to clamor for attention. Ten minutes later and they’re gone – off to tease someone else with their game.