Whenever I find myself driving on the solitary stretch of U.S. 95 outside Tonopah, I often wonder what the boom years were like.
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On Monday, the nation marks a federal holiday in Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s honor. It’s long past time to fully embrace King’s great legacy by spreading his namesake boulevard across our valley.
North Las Vegas Mayor John Lee managed to balance skepticism with optimism in his State of the City speech Thursday at the Aliante. He even coined a word to describe the feeling: “skeptomistic.”
Most of Las Vegas Mayor Carolyn Goodman’s recent State of the City speech tilled familiar ground. She praised members of the City Council, highlighted progress being made with downtown redevelopment and mixed in a little schtick to lighten what otherwise was a paint-by-numbers presentation.
The Las Vegas nightclub scene boasts good times for patrons and big profits for management, but a lawsuit filed in U.S. District Court threatens to disrupt the party for powerhouse local operator the Light Group.
Even on its best day no one would have mistaken the Klondike Hotel and Casino for a Strip mega-resort.
Call it rank speculation from the edge of the arena, but it’s hard to believe the PRCA won’t make a counteroffer that enables the National Finals Rodeo to remain in Las Vegas.
In shelving his attempt to become the general manager of Southern Nevada’s water works before Tuesday morning’s meeting, County Commissioner Brown removed the drama and potential for fireworks from a highly politicized process.
The development buzz in Las Vegas these days is focused almost exclusively on the growing influence of Tony Hsieh and his Downtown Project, but there’s another big player on the scene: The Cordish Cos.
I cut off the end of my brother’s finger once. He laughed and cursed, but eventually forgave me.
When I make a promise, I keep it.
Veteran Metro vice Detective Chris Baughman continues to grow as a writer with a wealth of material from his longtime work as a leader of the department’s Pandering Investigation Team.
An intriguing email crossed my desk this past week from the Las Vegas Global Economic Alliance.
Sheriff’s candidate Larry Burns blew away the rest of the field in a recent internal survey of rank-and-file Metro officers conducted by the Police Protective Association.
There are cities with greater literary traditions than Las Vegas, but you’ll have to look far to find one with more colorful characters. Three books published this year illustrate that truth.
If the Clark County sheriff’s race were an old-fashioned pistol duel, two of the leading candidates would be ably supported by formidable seconds.
Las Vegas firefighters continue to spread lifesaving cheer in what can literally be described as a heart-warming style.
Imagine the Republican National Convention coming to the Strip in July 2016, and the first image that comes to my mind is a sea of pale skin sizzling poolside. Whoever has the sunscreen concession is sure to make a killing.
Interested buyers continue to float offers for downtown’s historic St. Joseph’s Catholic School, but none has yet reached its $2 million asking price.
It was hard not to get caught up in super salesman Neal Smatresk’s high-energy spiel. Barely four years later, Smatresk just closed the deal on the president’s job at the University of North Texas, Denton. Las Vegas townies are still tuning up their trombones, but our music man is moving on.
For many Americans, perhaps most, today is best known as “Black Friday,” one of the busiest shopping days of the year. Although I realize its going against the crowd, I prefer to think of it as the National Day of Listening.
Fred Hesse was the mayor of Las Vegas from 1925 to 1931 during the heart of Prohibition. He believed in the power of booze and the potential of Fremont Street.
Some days it seems all roads lead to Las Vegas. That includes one of the darkest days in American history, Nov. 22, 1963.
On the morning of Nov. 22, 1963, G. Robert Blakey was a young lawyer with a bright future in the U.S. Department of Justice.
Like most people who travel on US 95, Malek and Jody Davarpanah could say they’d been through Goldfield. But the truth is, they never thought they’d end up living here.