I first met Nate Robards in the early ‘90s at a punk show at the old Elks Lodge out on Lake Mead Pkwy in Henderson. That night he handed me a copy of his new zine, “Equal,” and I was stoked because I was also in the process of starting my own little mag called “Help.” As fellow “zinesters,” we had a unique bond, and we continued to trade zines with each other as we pulled each new issue hot off the presses (aka the copy machine at Kinko’s). ...