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.
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Kyle Canyon resident Bob Meranto is built like a linebacker and looks like a tough guy. But when it comes to describing the help Mount Charleston residents received during the Carpenter 1 Fire, the longtime cement subcontractor is just an old softy.
In the end, Vinny Faraci wound up stuck with the check.
Even Kazuo Okada’s publicity team will have difficulty spinning this into good news for the troubled Japanese gaming billionaire. But let me help them try.
Notes as smoke from the Carpenter 1 Fire clears:
The Spring Mountains are a spiritual home for the Paiute people, but you don’t have to be a Native American to feel the soul-soothing sense of the place.
There are many ways to pray for rain.
As he sat recently in a cramped meeting room inside the Sawyer Building and freely accepted a metaphorical beating, it wasn’t clear whether middleweight prospect J’Leon Love fully appreciated his role in the changing world of the Nevada Athletic Commission.
A hopeful drizzle fell as we followed the police escort up State Route 157 Saturday morning in Kyle Canyon.
Valedictorian Patrick Casa comes from a military family, and it was in keeping with a proud tradition that upon graduation from high school he was accepted to the U.S. Air Force Academy.
The Devil and Dr. Dipak Desai were waiting to get on an elevator at the Regional Justice Center the other day.
When you have a drug problem, an important first step toward recovery is to stop living in denial.
Las Vegans spent years trying to explain the phenomenon of Mayor Oscar Goodman to outsiders. It’s not every day a guy makes the transition from mob lawyer to political figurehead for one of the best-known cities in the world.
The Strip restaurant was crowded, but even from across the room it was easy to see the Vegas power couple was fighting again.
What’s it going to be, Nevada?
Don’t be too hard on Tony Zerilli. There are only so many ways for an aging gangster to make a legal buck, and the 85-year-old former Detroit mob boss figured he’d come up with a great one: Tell the world where the body of notorious Teamsters boss Jimmy Hoffa is buried.
Your self-appointed music critic struck a sour note this week with some readers.
Inspiration is where you find it, and as usual I discovered it in an unlikely place – the seat pocket during a recent Southwest Airlines flight to Phoenix. As I leafed through the airline’s Spirit magazine, the first slice of wisdom came from...
All the seats were assigned, but the audience appeared to divide into distinct camps within minutes of the start of Saturday afternoon’s performance of “American Idiot” at Reynolds Hall inside The Smith Center for the Performing Arts.
One yesterday and two this morning, Karen Hughes said, matter-of-factly. That makes three in about 24 hours.
Nevada Rep. Joe Heck has crafted a clean-cut political image. Now he should get to work on his teenage namesake.
Let’s dispense with the introductions and proceed directly to the apologies, shall we?
Sensational. That’s the right word to describe “Being Oscar,” Oscar Goodman’s memoir of his high-flying, gin-imbibing life as a mob lawyer and three-term mayor of the city he was destined to represent.
Jury selection in the trial of James “Whitey” Bulger began last week in Boston, with all the media attention you’d expect from the final legal comeuppance of an aging organized-crime monster suspected of having a bloody hand in 19 murders.
James Bilbray is best known in Las Vegas as a former member of Congress, but he also is a proud graduate of St. Joseph’s Catholic School.