The First Amendment guarantees government may not take away your right to free speech.
For sheer boldness, you gotta love those deep-breathing Beltway Democrats who suggest America ought to alter her traditional economic principles to overcome the global recession.
Fortuitously, I recently stumbled on a copy of Henry Hazlitt’s “The Failure of the ‘New Economics,’ ” 1959, reprinted 1973.
Before going downhill fast, Bobby Jindal started badly in his nationally televised Republican response to President Obama the other evening.
St. Rose Dominican Hospital and the St. Rose Dominican Health Foundation presented the Children’s Miracle Mardi Gras Ball on Feb. 21 at Bellagio. In its 52nd year, the ball benefitted the pediatric centers at St. Rose Dominican’s hospitals.
Alma appears in front of you as a ghost. She is girlish, as thin as an unfed fence post, translucent-white. Most of the time, Alma just stands there, or shakes your shoulders. For such a slight thing, she is the “mother of the apocalypse.” Or, at least, that’s her goal in the afterlife. Little girl: big plans.
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One day,” Ms. Morrell told me, “you’re going to regret not paying attention in this class.”
The tomato is the No. 1 vegetable in Las Vegas, but it comes with hang-ups. You can overcome these by following a few simple tips suggested by Sylvain Wittwer, who will be at the Springs Preserve, 333 S. Valley View Blvd., at 8:30 a.m. Saturday.
Faded linoleum. Leaky toilet. Light fixture circa 1972. Towel bars falling out of the walls. The paint color is, well, when I bring home the book of color chips, the closest match is “Nicotine Dinge Yellow.” Or maybe “Jaundice.”
The lyrics of a Bob Marley song may be what best describes Dylan Parr: “Don’t worry about a thing, ’cause every little thing, gonna be all right.”
Here are a few things in news, entertainment and popular culture that we’ve been talking about lately.
You’d think being Satan’s right-hand man would come with a few perks. Untold riches. Supermodels underfoot. Maybe a job in the Yankees’ front office so he’d feel at home.
Economically speaking, things are a little tough right now.
According to Greek mythology, humans originally were created with four legs, four hearts and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them apart, condemning them to spend their entire lives in search of their other half.
Anyone who may have spotted acclaimed director Julie Taymor exploring Las Vegas theaters a year or so back probably figures now it related to “The Lion King.”
Intermittent winter rains in the desert promise wildflowers in the spring. In our area, late autumn rains brought the inch of rain needed to trigger seeds to sprout in some areas, encouraged by mild to warm temperatures in January. Rain and snow from following storms furthered the tender greening on the desert. Winds carrying moisture did not dry out the seedlings. The conditions add up to a better than average wildflower show, but you have to know where and when to look.
The clock is ticking on Station Casinos’ latest attempt to restructure its debt.
Facebook, the social networking site with more than 175 million members, is indeed being taken over by oldsters, just as Time magazine reported earlier this month.
There’s no recession at Quartermaster Point.
Wall Street is suggesting the unthinkable. Strip casino operators might actually close under-performing resorts because it makes sense in the current economic environment.
When the economy goes sour and community-friendly businesses like coffee shops falter, it’s easy to blame ubiquitous, faceless chain operations for the demise of good service and value.
BEATTY — Depending on whom you speak with, Ed Ringle is either this rural community’s 21st century version of Don Laughlin, or the town’s pariah.