Clark County Commissioner Larry Brown defended the county’s decision not to accept liability for a plan to construct an earthen berm to divert flood water from the Rainbow subdivision in upper Kyle Canyon.
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Judith Nies doesn’t leave the environmental optimists and desert daydreamers among us much room for hope in her new book, “Unreal City: Las Vegas, Black Mesa and the Fate of the West.”
The boiling clouds of August were ominous, but only a sprinkle fell on Gov. Brian Sandoval as he addressed reporters Friday morning outside the Mount Charleston Public Library.
An experienced long-distance runner, Stacey Escalante has learned the importance of pacing yourself.
Attorney Michael Mazur specializes in collections, and he’s certainly covered his bases with the Laughlin Township constable’s office.
To hear casino billionaire Steve Wynn tell it, New Jersey officials wouldn’t listen to him when he warned them that Atlantic City’s prosperous days were numbered. Wynn sold his casino interest in Atlantic City a couple decades ago.
To hear him describe his life, you’d almost think Mike Miller was the lucky one.
Las Vegas, a city made famous by infamous men, has no statue honoring one of the most important figures in its history: Teamsters Union titan James Riddle Hoffa. Do you think it should?
Every few years, it seems, a new theory emerges about the final resting place of the Teamster Union titan’s body. The name has become part of American mythology. And just last week, PBS devoted an episode of “History Detectives: Special Investigations” to Hoffa’s Houdini act.
Don’t be surprised if methamphetamine is part of the developing story surrounding the July 17 shooting death of 23-year-old Krystal Starr McAdow outside a West Sahara Avenue convenience store, an informed source says.
There was a time Joe Merica had this town by the tail. Don’t remember him? Even his cool name had a finger-popping snap to it that made you think of an endless Happy Hour and the clink of ice in fresh glasses.
Although he never won a World Series of Poker bracelet or a $1 million jackpot, James Garner’s “Maverick” character was the first acceptable gambler portrayed on television. He was handsome, clever, never cheated a sucker — and always outsmarted the bad guys.
Detroit mobster Jack Tocco’s death of natural causes this past week generated barely a ripple of notice in Southern Nevada. But there was a time in the early 1980s when the mere mention of his name was enough to set state and federal law enforcement on the hunt for gangsters in the neon.
Las Vegas has long been a national convention capital, but it’s now obvious it also has emerged as a great place to stage events with political punch.
Harry Reid recently announced he was selling his home in Searchlight and moving to Henderson. Reid’s residence on 110 acres is being bought by a mining company for $1.7 million, according to published reports.
Every four years the inquiry is made repeatedly and breathlessly: Will soccer ever catch on in the United States as it has around the rest of the world?
As a heavyweight fighter, Gary Bates lacked great power. His speed was barely average, and compared to some of the giants he battled he was downright short-armed.
Rick Rizzolo figured the federal agents who turned up at his door Wednesday were kidding him. He’s funny that way.
There’s something about gritty downtown’s rebirth that seems familiar to Irish artist Graham Knuttel.
I don’t know if you can dance to Austrian rapper Kilez More’s “Klimawandel (Klimaluge), Klimaschwindel,” but on Monday night some Strip visitors found out.
Perhaps one day law enforcement officials will acknowledge that Las Vegas has emerged as a national crossroads for oxycodone abuse and trafficking.
You know those crazy Nevadans — any excuse for a party. It’s that way in 2014 as the Silver State celebrates its 150 anniversary with a calendar full of pomp and commemoration.
Republican attorney general candidate Adam Laxalt continues to get the cold shoulder from unlikely places.
If you’re like a lot of people bewildered by the campaign season, you have probably wondered how you, too, might run for public office.
Given the romance that Americans have enjoyed with the Pony Express era, you would be forgiven for thinking those courageous riders were in the saddle for decades instead of just 18 months from April 1860 to October 1861.