Enough already. The time has come to stop pouring public dollars into reviving the Huntridge Theater. If some history buff wants to spend private dollars to restore the theater, hooray. But no more public money, please.
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Secretary of State Barbara Cegavske didn't have to go public with her recently diagnosed breast cancer. She's not taking that much time off. But on Friday she sat with me at her home and explained why it was important to speak out and why she decided to stay in Las Vegas for treatment instead of leaving the state.
People ask what makes a worthy column for me. Often, it's when I mutter, "Huh? I didn't know that."
Lame answers from bureaucrats are nothing new, but John Hill, executive director of the Southern Nevada Regional Housing Authority, provided some of the lamest to Review-Journal reporter Yesenia Amaro.
The Mob Museum is proving it's not the huge waste of tax dollars that skeptics foretold. It's making money and visitors are coming in droves.
I couldn't bring myself to ask the man crying toward the end of "King Lear" if he was emotional because of the play or because the Adams Shakespearean Theatre in Cedar City, Utah, was going to be torn down after 38 years.
Nine years after his disabled 4-year-old son died in the family SUV because no one noticed he was missing and no one looked for him for 17 hours, Stanley Rimer is still blaming his wife, Colleen. To this day, Rimer refuses to take any responsibility for the death of his son.
Half a whodunnit appears to have been solved. Not by me, but by Secretary of State Barbara Cegavske's office.
If ever there was a legislative candidate shortchanged by an election in 2014, it was Gary Fisher.
Her husband praises her for her efforts to improve the lives of Nevadans, ticking off issues she works on including prescription drug abuse, homelessness, various programs for school children, and mental health.
How does $27 million become $8.3 million and then revert to $27 million? Penn & Teller?
Definitely, there‘s an ick factor when Dr. Jim Olson describes using "scorpion juice" to help people with cancerous brain tumors. But once you abolish the vision of him milking venom from Israeli Deathstalker scorpions, the ick decreases. Since he doesn‘t.
U.S. District Judge Robert Clive Jones received a double whammy the other day. In two unrelated cases, his actions on the bench were overturned on appeal, the court essentially telling the judge to stop marching to his own drummer.
Always thought Chancellor Dan Klaich was a straight shooter, but after a series of questionable actions on his part, I’m starting to have doubts.
For many years, Laura Myers volunteered for Habitat for Humanity, in places such as Uganda, Mongolia and New York. Her family suggests that memorial contributions to the late RJ reporter be made to Habitat.
Myers continued covering politics for the Review-Journal for two years after her diagnosis of stage 4 colon cancer in 2013. Her pain remained hidden as she worked.
On Monday, the Colorado Supreme Court ruled it was OK for a company to fire a customer service representative, even though what the worker was doing on his own time was perfectly legal under Colorado law.
Myrna Williams’ party the other day turned into a reminder of all she has done for the less fortunate throughout her life, for those without a famous brother, without a political voice, without her sense of fairness.
With the 2015 Nevada legislative session safely over, now we await the unintended consequences of just-passed legislation.
After 48 years researching the mob, author and gaming consultant Bill Friedman knows the difference between “good hoods” and “bad gangsters,” and his new book “30 Illegal Years To The Strip” examines the differences between the two.
Doctors have to report their medical malpractice lawsuits, why shouldn’t hospitals?
Disgraced political wheeler-dealer Steve Wark proved the benefits of being first to turn on co-conspirators in one of Las Vegas’ biggest fraud cases involving local homeowners associations.
Sanctions by a federal judge in New Orleans knocked Glen Lerner off hundreds of cases involving a 2010 oil spill. The sanctions hit the heavy hitter where it hurts — no clients, no fees.
It was a little shocking, when boarding the Amsterdam in Dubai, to see the barbed wire on the third deck, the first open deck pirates could possibly board. Then there were the water hoses, pointed down toward the water line.
I almost needed that obituary I wrote for myself. Writing about it before I left on vacation was clearly tempting fate.