You know the anxious feeling you get while you wait for your luggage to appear on the carousel at an airport? The one that says your luggage has been lost.
The Review-Journal won the coveted community service award for the second year in a row and 20 other first-place awards Saturday at the annual Nevada Press Association’s “Better Newspaper Contest” banquet.
FBI agents and Metropolitan Police Department officers raided nine sites around the Las Vegas Valley as part of an investigation of homeowners associations.
SEN. HARRY REID APOLOGIZED FOR BEING LATE Tuesday to a conference call with news media and higher education leaders. Reid said he had been working on the country’s economic problems, but wasn’t getting any help from the Republicans.
Viewers heard familiar themes during Friday night’s presidential debate at the University of Mississippi.
Four years ago several people e-mailed me a link to an amusing little science fiction video titled “EPIC 2014.”
About six or seven weeks ago, kids all over the country headed back to school.
This is a little vignette about the cynicism of modern American politics. Necessarily, it’s mostly about John McCain.
There may be only 20 days left before early voting begins, but given the precedent offered by John McCain this election, I thought I’d suspend my political writing.
As UNLV Faculty Senate chair, I represent the university’s nearly 1,000 faculty. In consultation with many of my faculty colleagues, I believe it is my responsibility to them and the quality of their work to respond to the misleading Sept. 14 and Sept. 21 Viewpoints commentaries by William Epstein, a UNLV professor of social work. His opinions certainly are not shared by the vast majority of the faculty.
Taxpayers can count on two things in a time of crisis: ridiculous amounts of all-new government spending on urgently needed programs previous generations somehow did without, and absolutely no accountability built into the hastily created bureaucracies.
There’s big trouble in the U.S. economy — and Las Vegas is squarely in the middle of it.
Man, what a mess those jokers on Wall Street have gotten themselves into, hey?
Dave and Chris Turner of Turner Greenhouse will have their final Fall Cactus Festival from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. Saturday and Oct. 5 at 4455 Quadrel St. They are closing their cactus and succulent farm.
A vanished railroad depot will be reborn as a research library and the home of a unique archive Oct. 11 during the 2008 Mojave Road Rendezvous at Goffs, Calif.
Back in May, I wrote in this column, “Shows haven’t had much luck attracting the nightclub crowd. So as times get tougher, it could be producers are focusing more on families, which still are taking vacations and buying show tickets.”
The Northland Family Help Center is celebrating 30 years of service to Flagstaff, Ariz., and surrounding communities. Its mission?
University of Nevada, Las Vegas’ College of Fine Arts had its sixth annual Nevada Entertainment Artist Hall of Fame awards ceremony and reception at Artemus W. Ham Concert Hall on Sept. 18.
When it comes to “Friday Night Lights,” the only thing more remarkable than its quality is the fact that it’s still on the air.
October, perhaps the most pleasant month the climate affords in Cerca Country, is full of festivals and fun. Look here for an event to your liking.
Pipe Spring National Monument in Northwestern Arizona near the Utah border remains one of the Southwest’s least-known historical gems. Seldom crowded, the 40-acre tract at Pipe Spring surrounded by reservation lands belonging to the Kaibab Band of Paiute Indians hosts about 55,000 visitors a year. Those who pause to visit enjoy a journey into the past in a picturesque setting.
Nefertiti’s Lounge is gone, the Nile will probably never run through Las Vegas again and it could very well take an archaeology degree to find a hieroglyphic in the Luxor casino these days.
I was sitting on the shady deck of Page Springs Cellars near Sedona when the guy with a guitar launched into another John Prine tune. My wife stroked my arm — she knows I’m a fiend for Prine — and somewhere in the vineyard, a peacock screeched harmony. I sipped a wine called Mule’s Mistake, that rolled across my tongue like clustered fruit on spiced wheels, and suddenly, the rest of the world just vanished.