WEEK IN REVIEW: Reporters' notebook

Of all the places one might expect to run into the Mongols during the motorcycle club's weekend in Boulder City, the local Starbucks wasn't one of them.

Yet there they were.

Apparently an iced caramel macchiato and a pumpkin scone are a great way to cool off after spending a sunny day in a black leather vest.


Air travel isn't exactly fun these days, and the clot of about 50 teenagers waiting at the gate in Chicago for a flight to Las Vegas posed added misery for the rest of the passengers. The kids were loud and rowdy, rough-housing, walking on the furniture, playing rap music at high volume and scattering fast-food wrappers. The other passengers stood near the gate's seating area, alternately glaring and looking bereft.

Once in the air, though, the kids calmed down and went to sleep; apparently, as is the case with toddlers and puppies, their rowdiness was borne of exhaustion. And as the plane touched down in Las Vegas, they redeemed themselves further, breaking into a rousing chorus: "Laaaaas Vegas, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain ... "


The woman on the voice mail wasn't happy.

A reporter had made an offhand comment about the legendary rudeness of New Yorkers, and she certainly begged to differ. Her indignation had clearly taken her past her boiling point, and she yelled into the phone that New Yorkers are not only not rude, but some of the nicest people in the country.

Then, tirade spent, she softly added, "Have a nice day."


When it comes to dealing with the media, Las Vegas Fire Department spokesman Tim Szymanski ranks as one of the most responsive and thorough.

So it came as no surprise Monday when he sent out an email to reporters to inform everyone he would be out of service for a few hours. "At dentist till 4PM," the message read.

In typical Szymanski fashion, the man was back in service an hour and a half early.