Although they might not know it, Southern Nevadans have had devoted friends in Bonnie Sorenson and Dan Wulz.
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There was a world-class wave and a world-record ribbon-cutting ceremony Monday during the zany opening of Zappos’ new headquarters in the plaza of the old Las Vegas city hall.
As if the politics of the West’s wild horses wasn’t confused and conflicted enough, the Navajo Nation is riding into the issue with a surprise move that could shift the balance of the protracted battle.
The job is one of our most important, but the race for Clark County sheriff is rarely truly competitive.
These days history doesn’t remember the Donner Party as a group of sturdy settlers who braved the elements in the name of Manifest Destiny. The Donners are remembered most as the folks who, when the going got tough, practiced cannibalism. This is their legacy.
It’s rare these days that a group of tech entrepreneurs gets together downtown without Zappos CEO Tony Hsieh’s name reverberating like a mantra.
Down at District Judge Susan Scann’s courtroom these days the activities at The Act are being called a scandal, but I consider them downright refreshing.
Al Marquis became a hero to dozens of local children touched by cancer when he graciously hosted them at his Kingston Ranch for Nevada Childhood Cancer Foundation’s 17th annual Camp Cartwheel.
Authorities have the right to remain silent, but they have a duty to move to dismiss the gross misdemeanor charges facing four protesters who earlier this month wrote critical messages about the cops in chalk on the public sidewalks downtown near our local palaces of law enforcement and justice.
Something new is growing at the bright green building downtown that once housed a pest control company and featured cutouts of giant roaches on its walls.
Watching Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid address the Las Vegas Metro Chamber of Commerce is always entertaining.
I write this message from behind the lines at the YMCA’s Camp Whittle, the site of this year’s Camp Independent Firefly. Don’t let that name fool you. This is a very dangerous assignment. I suspect I am onto the story of my life.
I once had a friend who believed in lucky sweat socks.
First, I suppose congratulations are in order for Guns N’ Roses guitarist DJ Ashba and his fiancée after he recently proposed marriage during a private tour of the Las Vegas Valley courtesy of a Metro helicopter.
Lovers of Ernest Hemingway sojourn to the great writer’s grave in Ketchum, Idaho, and Amelia and I have been there a time or two during our annual visits to one of the West’s last best places.
It’s officially named the National Museum of Organized Crime and Law Enforcement, but let’s not kid ourselves. It’s commonly called the Mob Museum for a reason.
By stepping up his pointed criticism of Sheriff Doug Gillespie’s decision to overrule the Use of Force Board in the case of officer Jacquar Roston, recently retired Assistant Sheriff Ted Moody sounds even more like a possible candidate for his former boss’s office.
Give Nevada Gaming Control Board Chairman A.G. Burnett credit for candor.
In the wake of the abrupt resignations of six members of Metro’s Use of Force Board and the retirement of a senior officer, is the timing now right for someone to challenge Sheriff Doug Gillespie?
You expect hyperbole from a news release announcing the approach of a new reality television series, but CNBC’s effort to tout the prospects of “Money Talks” seems somehow understated.
Rex Rowley lives in Normal, but he dreams of Las Vegas. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Metaphorically speaking, lots of guys from Normal do.
The latest phone sexting scandal involving creepy former congressman-turned-New York City mayoral candidate Anthony Weiner has a Las Vegas connection.
Gaming Control Board Chief of Enforcement Jerry Markling says he’s looking forward to the fresh challenge of his new job as Director of Investigations at The Venetian.
Las Vegas has long been a refuge for the infamous. Our history is riddled with many tales of notorious men strolling our gaudy streets and enjoying the illusion of anonymity.