Bill Lear And His Incredible Steam Machine
March, 1972
Driving Through the brown desert north of Reno, you begin to see signs for Leareno. It is neither a brand of local beer nor a new Italian singer at Harrah's; it is a dream. Right now there is little more to Leareno than brightly painted signs scattered among the scrubby gray-green brush. But plans are being drafted for a small city out here, built around a serpentine lake--Lake Lear--where men can play golf only a sliced tee shot away from their front door and bicycle to work through lush green...
