The Reno Signal Goes East

As a teenager, basketball star Kevin Johnson went to the gym every evening to practice. One evening the janitor said to him, “Kevin, it’s Saturday night. Why aren’t you out at parties, like everybody else?”

“Parties,” Johnson replied, “won’t take me where I want to go.”

(Mack and Casstevens 2001)

This is a good representation of what I look like when I'm writing. (Image courtesy of Nickelodeon)

This is a good representation of what I look like when I’m writing. (Image courtesy of Nickelodeon)

In 2009, I enrolled in college, looking for an opportunity to escape my dead-end career in bookkeeping and start a new career as a writer.

I graduated May 2014 with the hope of getting work as a journalist, copy writer, or social media writer. After one year, more than a thousand résumés, and four job interviews, I have come to the realization that Reno will not “take me where I want to go.”

In Reno, my degree makes me worth less than when I had no degree. It seems spending four years in college and getting outstanding grades means minimum wage in this town. And it isn’t because of a change in careers – starting at the bottom again.  The best job I’ve been able to get is a part-time job as a mail clerk.

And I’m sick of living on beans and rice.

So, where to go?

brockton boxersI am moving to Brockton, Massachusetts, a city about twenty miles south of Boston. Not only do I have family there, but the opportunities for someone with my skills are much better in Boston.


img003I spent a chunk of my teen years in Massachusetts, attending Brockton High School and, later, Taunton High School. However, aside from a few short visits, I have not been in New England since 1990. So this move is a bit of an adventure.


What does this mean for The Reno Signal? I’m not sure. I have another month in Reno, so expect a few more posts before I leave. I plan to continue blogging, but will have to decide whether or not to keep this URL.







Thanks to everyone that has checked out my blog. I’ve tried to make something useful.


Tony George


Boston's public transit includes a train system that runs throughout the eastern part of the state.  I'm intimidated already!

Boston’s public transit includes a train system that runs throughout the eastern part of the state. I’m intimidated already!


Mack, Gary, and David Casstevens. Mind Gym. New York: McGraw Hill, 2001.




Review: India Kabab & Curry

indian kabob1The décor featured a room colored in earth tones and orange. Pictures and paintings of Indians wearing traditional clothing hung on the walls of the restaurant. I found the place to be a little too dark; more lighting would have been better. On small televisions located at opposite corners of the room, Bollywood music videos played. The videos are quintessentially Indian in nature: exotic rhythms, Indian dancers, lovers staring for long, very long, times at each other and a rapper, his words occasionally bleeped when he uses Indian profanity. The rap performer, with the censored language, created laughs in our group.

I went India Kabab & Curry to try its lunch special, an all-you-can-eat buffet for $7.99. It’s an everyday deal, bucking the trend of many buffets to charge more on weekends.

The buffet was small, but featured a variety of Indian dishes. Buffets tend to create a few problems. First, unless you know your cuisines, you tend to grab a bit of everything, not knowing what entrée goes with what side dish. The second is that, while eating, it is difficult to cleanse the pallet between dishes.

I started my gastronomic adventure with Daal, a lentil soup. A mellow, almost faint, curry taste served as a gateway food, introducing me to the choices requiring a little more courage. However, it was a little too bland, being the most forgettable part of my meal.

Our waiter served Naan, a flat bread cooked in a tandoor clay oven. It was chewy, but not doughy, with a light garlic taste. Like most breads, I used it as a tool for sopping up the extra sauce on my plate.

indian kabob2A dish of cabbage deep-fried in a chickpea batter surprised me with its light crispy exterior and delicious cabbage center. Unlike many dishes I have had featuring overcooked cabbage, the vegetable still maintained much of its character while cooked just enough to be soft and easy to chew.  Of all the dishes I had at India Kabab, this remains my favorite. My grandmother, a Russian, made pirozhki with cabbage and this reminded me of her pirozhki, although a bit lighter.

Having the chicken masala and fish masala over rice, I found both to taste essentially the same. The masala sauce, sweet with hints of ginger and cinnamon, tasted fine with the rice, but remained another bland choice. I enjoyed the fish much more than the chicken, but both had a dry tough texture from sitting too long under the buffet’s heating lamps.

For dessert, I tried the rasgula, a cheese ball soaked in sugar syrup. Although a little too sweet for my taste, I enjoyed the sponge-like texture in my mouth. Others in the group did not like the texture of the rasgula.

I doubt I will return to India Kabab & Curry, but I enjoyed the cabbage fritter and the naan a lot. Some of the other dishes had qualities I liked, but I found them too bland or overcooked. I may search for another Indian restaurant to try and see how it compares to India Kabab.

India Kabab & Curry
1091 S Virginia St
Reno, NV 89502
Phone: (775) 348-6222

Store Hours:
Open 7 Days: 11:30 AM – 10:00 PM

Ride That Train: A Trip to the Nevada State Railroad Museum

railroadmuseum This trip should have been an easy one. To go to the Nevada State Railroad Museum in Carson City from Reno is simple; you take Highway 395 South until you drive into Carson City. Looking out the window of my apartment’s lobby, however, all I could see was a wall of rain, a rising river and people frantically filling sandbags.

December 2012, Reno, Nevada. Perfect father/son bonding weather.

December 2012, Reno, Nevada. Perfect father/son bonding weather.

I tell my 13-year-old son Lucas to get dressed because a little rain and flooding isn’t enough to stop us from going on our adventure. The highway, peppered with cars and trucks as we traveled south, was soaked. My windshield wipers worked to keep visibility within the realm of, well, being able to see if I was on the road and not much better. Then the driver’s- side wiper suddenly snapped, hanging lifelessly next to my side-view mirror. I had to navigate with nearly zero visibility. My windshield would clear up enough for me to see the road, only to get splashed by trucks as they passed me. As we drove down South Carson Street, we looked for the museum. To our right we saw the black smoke of an old locomotive that served as a clear sign that we just passed the museum. We turned around and parked.

Trains are a part of Western American culture. The expansion across the Mississippi River, over the Rocky Mountain Range to the West Coast could not have happened as quickly without the railways.

Lucas and I sitting on the train.

Lucas and I sitting on the train.

Lucas asked if we could go on the steam train ride first. We got tickets and boarded the passenger car. Inside, the car had strained wood edging and wooden window shutters. The rod-iron seats covered in burgundy velvet upholstery sat in neat rows. The smell of wood and burned kerosene filled the car. After a few minutes, the train’s whistle blew, the chugging of the engine began and we started to move.
The train ride was short, maybe ten minutes. The train traveled in a quarter-mile circle twice and stopped back at the station.

railroadmuseum_santatrainDuring our trip, Santa Claus, or rather a very poor impostor, came out and gave candy canes to kids and adults, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. Parents took pictures of Santa with their kids, who were delighted that Santa joined them on the train. A man sat in Santa’s lap with his kids around him as his wife took a picture him.

Lucas complained. He felt Santa ruined the feel of sitting in a hundred-year-old train car. It took him out of the moment. He and I wanted the experience of travelling like people did when the train was the source of mass transportation.

hk porter trainAfter we disembark, we crossed the parking lot to the museum. We entered, paid for admission and walked through the museum. The interior of the museum was bland, almost industrial, with its concrete floor and dark lighting. There was nothing in the entryway encouraging people to take a trip through the museum. The displays featured many cars and engines, all restored, with bits of Nevada history printed next to the trains. Many of the trains had small Christmas trees or wreaths displayed on the front of the engines. Much like Santa’s high jacking of our steam train ride, this was a distraction.

Before leaving the building, we stopped at the gift shop. It had many of the usual trinkets and souvenirs I expected to see. But it also sold many books about Nevada’s train history along with DVDs about trains, both documentaries and motion pictures.

railroad museum antiqueOutside of the museum building, we visited the garage, where the trains are restored. Walking toward the garage, I saw an old cart with rusted wheels and a dried, cracked wooden flatbed. Trains, in various states of repair sat alongside other ones, aged beyond repair, the smell of oil and burnt wood filled the air. On one side was a shop with tools and equipment. Rich, a tour guide, told us stories about some of the cars.

One particular car the V & T McKeen car No. 22 stood out among the others. No. 22 was a self-powered passenger car that took travelers from Minden to Carson City to Reno. It is an elegant-looking machine, even by modern standards. Rich invited us inside the car, asking us to please be careful because the interior was fragile. It featured restored wood paneling. The aft featured a horseshoe-shaped bench with large round windows that resemble portholes on a ship. It looked like it came out of a Jules Verne novel, a vision of the future from an early twentieth century point of view. I imagined what it would have been like riding such a car from Reno to Carson City. I tried to recreate in my mind the lifestyle of people at that time. They worked harder, but seemed not to be in a rush to get from point A to point B. The drive from Reno to Carson by car is pleasant, when diluvial destruction isn’t a threat. But standing in the McKeen, as much a work of art as a vehicle, made me think that society as a whole has lost some of the experience of travelling in our destination-oriented culture.

Rich showed us old passenger cars, with broken windows and chipped paint. As he talked about the history of the cars, all I could think about were old episodes of The Lone Ranger and other westerns that I watched as a kid at my grandmother’s house. I mentioned to Rich that the cars reminded me of those movies, with bank robbers riding on horseback to rob the train. He said these are exactly the cars that would have been robbed that way in the Old West.


Cecil B. DeMille’s epic “Union Pacific” featured the No. 11, renamed the Union Pacific No. 41. The film starred three other V&T locomotives. Photo courtesy Paramount Pictures.

Then we hopped onto the hand car, a flat car with a manual lever that two operators move up and down to keep it moving. Lucas and I took it to the end of the track by the garage and back. Even at 13, Lucas had fun working the machine.

As the sun began to set, we decided it was time to leave the museum, get something to eat and I needed to stop at a store and get an adjustable wrench to fix the car’s wiper. I wanted to stop at a local place. One caught my eye down the road. Lucas, however, wanted to go to King Buffet, an all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant. A growing teenage boy’s appetite and all-you-can-eat dining go together well. Since it was Sunday, the restaurant served crab and shrimp, two of Lucas’ favorites.

As he sat in front of a plate full of pink and white crab legs, determined to single-handedly eat the creatures into extinction, I asked him what he thought of the train museum. He thought the train ride was fun, but Santa ruined the experience. The museum itself, he said, bored him. It just didn’t have anything to grab his attention. However, he liked going to the garage, where he could see the work being done on the trains and he loved the manual cart.

I agreed with him. The inside of the museum had some interesting displays, but it presented them in a dull way. The garage, however, felt more genuine. Trains, like much of America’s development, succeeded because of a lot of hard work. The garage had that feel. Perhaps some of the tools used to restore the trains are modern power tools; however the work of fixing the trains involves old-fashioned hands-on work. The Nevada Train Museum was an imperfect experience, but it is still a good way to dig into Nevada’s history.

Nevada State Railroad Museum


2180 South Carson Street

Carson City, Nevada 89701

Phone: 775-687-6953

Fax: 775-687-8294

Open Thursday – Monday, 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.

Admission is $6 for adults. Museum members and children under 18 are free.

I originally wrote this December 2012, so specifics might have changed at the museum.

Down & Out in Reno: SPCA of Northern Nevada Thrift Store


Still broke? Stretching that package of ramen until payday? It is usually during times of financial hardship that Opportunity decides to give you a chance to better your life. However, you need clothes for an interview. Your morale, after a year of looking for work, has been whittled down to the breaking point. Now the phone rings, and you are asked to come in for an interview. You need to walk in looking confident, poised, and perfect. That’s easy when you have a good job and some money. But now Opportunity is knocking, and you need to look the part. A suit would be helpful.

Previously, I wrote about Plato’s Closet, a nationwide, for profit franchise. The prices are for the budget minded, and it has a great selection of moderately trendy clothing for the impoverished, sartorially-minded person. But it does not have suits.

Thrift stores, which are what this series is mainly about, are generally considered stores that sell donated items, used or new, at low prices, and the proceeds go to a charity or cause. Plato’s Closet makes no claim to be anything other than a for-profit store. Others, like Savers, pretend to be a charity, but are also in it for the money (more on Savers in the next installment).

The SPCA of Northern Nevada Thrift Store is a classic thrift store with a fine selection, excellent prices, and a great cause.

spca interiorApproaching the building from Vine Street and 4th Street, the building looks like a relic from the 70s, orange clay roof tiles and tan-on-brown paint. When I entered the building, the 70s vibe continues with its tan walls and brown tiled floor.


I have shopped at the SPCA Thrift Store many times during my time in Reno. I live a few blocks from the building, and it’s a handy place to visit.

It has recently been undergoing renovations, with a glass display case for jewelry and collectibles now in the front. And its clothing sections have been reorganized. Like any thrift shop, however, it will take time to find what you are looking for.

spca interior1

The SPCA of Northern Nevada also has a large selection of used furniture.

I found a charcoal, two-piece wool men’s suit that looked great. The condition was like new and, at $10, I considered it a steal. But, like many thrift store shoppers, I put it back because it was the wrong size.

Men’s clothing runs from $1 to $3 for shirts, slacks, and jeans. A few special clothing items were marked higher. But a few dollars was the general price range.

I bought this book about running for 25 cents. There was a little wear on the top right corner, but the pages were clean and intact. A great deal! Now I just have to actually go running.

I bought this book about running for 25 cents. There was a little wear on the top right corner, but the pages were clean and intact. A great deal! Now I just have to actually go running.

The SPCA Thrift Store has a good, sometimes excellent, collection of books for sale. I bought a book about running for 25 cents. Paperbacks are usually 25 cents, which is so cheap, I buy books there, read them, and then give them back. Hardcover books are usually $1. Some books are marked higher due to being a collectible or being of notable high quality. It also has DVDs and CDs for $2 each.

The profits from this thrift store go to a cause I am happy to support, the SPCA of Northern Nevada. The SPCA provides services for animals needing homes. Here’s how its described on its website:

“The SPCA, founded in 1998, is Reno’s original no-kill animal shelter. Our mission is to be an innovative regional leader in responsible treatment of homeless dogs and cats, primarily through their rescue and placement in forever loving homes and by promoting spaying and neutering to control pet overpopulation. We accomplish our mission with dedication to our core values and a lifetime commitment to our animals.”

Consider visiting the SPCA of Northern Nevada if you are looking for a pet. Oliver is 5 years old and needs a home. I would take this guy in a heartbeat, but I'm not allowed to have pets in my apartment.

Consider visiting the SPCA of Northern Nevada if you are looking for a pet. Oliver is 5 years old and needs a home. I would take this guy in a heartbeat, but I’m not allowed to have pets in my apartment.

Also, the SPCA of Northern Nevada is a local charity, so the profits generated by this store stay within the Reno community.

I’ve made many donations to this thrift store. The staff has been very friendly and conversational. They seem to truly appreciate my donations.

For more information about the SPCA of Northern Nevada, please follow the link below. If you are looking for a pet, its website is a great place to start. If you are looking for some great deals, stop by the SPCA of Northern Nevada Thrift Shop and give it a look.

If you have a larger donation, you can schedule the SPCA of Northern Nevada to pick up your donation.

If you have a larger donation, you can schedule the SPCA of Northern Nevada to pick up your donation.


SPCA of Northern Nevada
401 Vine St.
Reno, NV 89503
(775) 324-7776
Monday – Saturday: 9:00 a.m. to 4:45 p.m.
Sunday: 12 to 3:45

Down & Out in Reno: Recycled Records (Part Two)

recycled records part 2 storefront 2

Sequels are rarely up to the elan of the original work. Likewise, this follow-up to last week’s review of Recycled Records cannot possibly match the entertainment value of the original article.

recycled records part 2 storefrontMy first experience buying at Recycled Records was a fun and fruitful experience – dire urge to find a restroom aside. I managed to pick up two albums I had been looking for at a great price. I had some compact discs at home that I never listened to and decided to take a few of them in for a trade.

While Recycled Records will pay cash for CDs, don’t expect a lot. Even on its website, it warns that the payout is not a lot. Usually trade is the way to go with used record shops. And I wanted some new music anyways.

So I packed a Trader Joe’s paper bag with 18 CDs.  And left my tiny, carpeted prison I call my apartment and walked to Recycled Records to make a trade.

Here is what I took in:

pistolanniesiron maiden final frontiergorillazmoonrise kingdomloto musicsarahbrightman dreamshakira livelumineers

Sarah Brightman Dream Chaser
John Debney Predators (Soundtrack)
Dragonforce Sonic Firestorm
Gorillaz Demon Days
Iron Maiden The Final Frontier
Japan Koto Music Nonesuch Explorer Series
The Lumineers The Lumineers
Brad Paisley Wheelhorse
Brad Paisley Time Well Wasted
Pistol Annies Hell on Heels
Ennio Morricone The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly (Soundtrack)
Original Soundtrack Moonrise Kingdom
Original Soundtrack Sucker Punch
Various The Rocky Story
Shakira Live off the Record
John Williams Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
Rage Against the Machine Evil Empire
The Verve Urban Hymns


The clerk refused Brad Paisley’s “Time Well Wasted” and The Verve’s “Urban Hymns” because the store already had too many copies.

As he added up my store credit, I walked around the store. It has a large selection of CDs and DVDs, and is starting to stock used Blu-Ray Discs. CDs, however, were on my mind. Immediately I found a copy of Adam and the Ants first album “Dirk Wears White Sox,” which had a $10 price tag. This is a good punk album, and I’ve been looking for a copy of it, especially the remastered version with bonus tracks.

The clerk told me I had $45 store credit. After browsing for an hour, I picked out eight albums.

adamandtheants dirkgabriel passionbowie lowmoby 18moby everythingbjork selmasongsbjork homogenicbjork debut

Adam and the Ants Dirk Wears White Sox (remastered and expanded)
Björk Debut
Björk Homogenic
Björk Selmasongs
David Bowie Low
Peter Gabriel Passion (Soundtrack for The Last Temptation of Christ)
Moby Everything Is Wrong
Moby 18

For some, this may seem like a bad deal. But both of my kids told me that the trade I got is much better than what they get trading video games as Gamestop. And I got some music that I enjoy.

I published this information to give you an idea of how trade works at Recycled Records. I can’t promise you’ll have the same experience, but I feel the store gave me a fair deal.

If you enjoy music, I recommend you go to Recycled Records, even if it is to just look around. While looking around, I checked out its vinyl selection. Picking up a Yes album, I was reminded of the haptic quality of these large album covers, packed with gatefold sleeves and amazing artwork.

Recycled Records is a local business, so its profits are Reno’s profits. It is run by locals. You save money. The local economy makes money. And we all get to enjoy some bitchin’ tunes. Check it out!

Recycled Records
822 South Virginia Street
Reno, NV 89501
(775) 826-4119
Hours: M-Th 10am-7pm, F-Sa 10am-8pm, Su 12pm-6pm

Copyright 2014 Tony George

Down & Out in Reno: Recycled Records (Part One)

recycled records frontI don’t care how poor you are. You got to have some tunes! It doesn’t matter if you are a living-paycheck-to-paycheck type of poor or the sleeping-under-a-bridge-marinated-in-your-own-urine poor. Music humanizes us. I have had some rough patches in my life, and people love to judge a person for enjoying anything when you are poor as shit.

“How dare you to listen to that Ace of Base CD when you say you can’t find a job. The only sign you should pay attention to is a “Help Wanted” sign.

Screw them. You need some new music. But money is tight. What are you going to do?

A few weeks ago, I was walking along Virginia Street along what has become mid-town Reno. I knew Recycled Records had moved there around December 2012 but had never taken the time to stop and check them out. I had been to the store when it was on Kietzke Lane to buy a ticket to see Kittie, but that was in 2007.

I had been looking for an album by Beck titled “Mutations.” Like most of the music I enjoy, Best Buy and Barnes & Noble don’t stock much by Beck. As I walked past Recycled Records, I decided to enter and take a peek.

Walking into the narrow, cramped store, I looked at a shelf that said “This just in.” And what was there? “Mutations” by Beck. Score! The price was $8 for the used CD, cheaper – and quicker – than ordering on Amazon. I continued to look at CDs, DVDs, and vinyl. The place is packed with merchandise. It even has cassette tapes.

Recycled Records was started in 1978, but its current owner, Paul Doege, purchased it in 1980. Since then it made a few moves around Kietzke Lane until it ended up in Reno’s midtown. This location, while smaller than past places, is at the heart of Reno’s small business and artisan community. It belongs in midtown.

The urge to use a bathroom grew stronger as I walked around, but its bathroom had a sign reading “for employees only.” Not wanting to advance to the later version of poor mentioned in my opening, I decided it was time to take Beck, along with a Moby album, up to Eric and pay up.

I'm easy to please. The CDs were used (of course) but in great shape. For $13, I left Recycled Records with a grin on my face (and the dire urge to use a bathroom -- read the story).

I’m easy to please. The CDs were used (of course) but in great shape. For $13, I left Recycled Records with a grin on my face (and the dire urge to use a bathroom — read the story).

“I just put this Beck CD out there a few minutes ago,” Eric said.

“This is the exact item I was looking for. Have you heard his new album?” I said.

“No, I ordered it, but it hasn’t arrived. How is it?” Eric asked.

“Great. It reminds me a lot of ‘Sea Change,’ a low-key affair,” I said.

“So it’s kind of like ‘Mutations’ then?”

“Now that I think about it, yes.”

I asked him about the stores trading and selling policy. He said an appointment is required if I want to sell some used CDs for cash, but for trades, anytime is fine. He also said trade value was higher than cash value.

I have plenty of CDs I do not like and decided a trade would be a good way to get rid of my Pistol Annies CD and get something I like.

From this first real visit and purchase, I found Recycled Records to have some great deals. If it has more than four copies of an album, Recycled Records will cut the price in half. Most CDs sell for $8 used, but Recycled Records will take $2 off the total if you buy two. In my case, thanks to our shared respect for Beck, Eric charged me $13 for the Beck and Moby albums.

Did I return with some CDs to trade? You bet I did. How well the trade went, and more about my adventures at Recycled Records will be featured in part two.

And, yes, I did find a bathroom in time.

Recycled Records
822 South Virginia Street
Reno, NV 89501
(775) 826-4119
Hours: M-Th 10am-7pm, F-Sa 10am-8pm, Su 12pm-6pm

Copyright 2014 Tony George

Down & Out in Reno: Plato’s Closet

Located at 1535 South Virginia Street in Reno, Plato's Closet sits at the southern border of Reno's popular midtown.

Located at 1535 South Virginia Street in Reno, Plato’s Closet sits at the southern border of Reno’s popular midtown.


Most of the biographies of my favorite writers end with something along the lines of “died penniless.” As a writer, “died penniless” does not bring glad tidings of future financial success. However, I love to write, so here I am, working low-wage, part-time jobs, hoping to finish my novel and get hired writing for a media outlet or an ad agency.

Poverty sucks. Living in a small studio apartment on First Street is not living the dream. Celibacy sucks too, but that’s another story.  With Nevada’s unemployment rate still at 9 percent, ranking 50 out of 51 – suck it Rhode Island – many Nevadans have opted to buy second hand items through thrift store and stores that specialize in recycled merchandise. Call us cheap or thrifty, but the goal is the same; to get something you want or need cheaper than you would at retail. I prefer the word “parsimonious.” If you have to be thrifty, you can at least sound like an elitist snob!

“Down & Out in Reno” is a multi-part series I am writing as I travel around town, looking for some good deals. I will be looking for deals from a variety of shops, including charity-driven thrift shops, for profit thrift shops, and other places that offer deals.

So let’s get started!


Located at the southern end of Reno’s midtown, Plato’s Closet is a national franchise, but each store is owner-operated. It specializes in gently-used, name-brand clothing, with a focus on the twenty-something demographic.

At 45, I’m outside of Plato’s target shopper, but I have found it to be a fun experience with a friendly staff, great items, and with prices better than some other thrift shops.

This Express purple and white shit ($7.99) is another great deal I got at Plato's Closet. (And again, I need to take better shots of these clothes and iron them. Next time!).

This Express purple and white shit ($7.99) is another great deal I got at Plato’s Closet. (And again, I need to take better shots of these clothes and iron them. Next time!).

Aeropostale polo shirt, $4.99. (Yes, I need to take better pictures of these clothes -- and iron them). This shirt is 100 percent cotton and feels great.

Aeropostale polo shirt, $4.99. (Yes, I need to take better pictures of these clothes — and iron them). This shirt is 100 percent cotton and feels great.

The store bustled a recent Saturday evening as people from a large span of ages and backgrounds came into the store, searching for clothing as if it was lost treasure. One man was simply looking for a pair of jeans, and quickly found what he was looking for. A young man in his early 20s came in with his arms full of shirts to sell. The clerk look through them, picking out the ones the store could use and giving him back ones that were stained. Parents brought their tween children in to find clothing for school. While the store focuses on shoppers in their twenties, shoppers of all ages seemed to enjoy their hunt for a great deal.

And that includes me. I had no specific plan, but I found two shirts that I liked and quickly bought them.

The staff was friendly and helpful. With the place busy, it would have been easy for the staff to get overwhelmed. Instead, they were attentive and kept everyone happy.

Like any place that deals with used items, it takes time to look around Plato’s Closet. And finding your size adds to the challenge. However, the store is well laid out, making searching for clothes easier.




Plato’s Closet Reno
1535 South Virginia Street 
Reno, NV 89502 

Monday 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.
Tuesday 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.
Wednesday 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.
Thursday 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.
Friday 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.
Saturday 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.
Sunday 10 a.m. to 7 p.m.