In early January 2012, I objected to President Obama’s use of his recess appointment powers to fill government jobs that were being intentionally left vacant by a filibustering Senate minority.
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There was a time when standard elastic bands couldn’t withstand the weight of my ponytail. When hairstylists marveled over my mane as I watched, bored, in the mirror. When at-home color treatments required not one, but two L’Oreal boxes – and not because I was worth it, really worth it. Rather, my substantial strands required it.
The first time Amanda Propst snowboarded down a mountain, it was do or die. Her oldest brother had taken her to the top of Brian Head Peak and then, like any self-respecting big brother would, left her. Not on purpose. He just preferred the company of his friends to a tag-along little sister, especially since she didn’t know how to snowboard.
The Elvis connection is obvious, but ladies and gentlemen, there’s another way to look at “Million Dollar Quartet” replacing – or at least displacing – “Legends in Concert.”
Josh Boyd isn’t a mixed martial arts fighter, or an MMA coach or trainer or official, either. So, there’s no particular reason that any of the fighters gathering backstage for a recent Tuff-N-Uff MMA event at the South Point should recognize him.
Forget the firm handshake and networking chit chat. Business students who want a job at Caesars Entertainment need to work on their poker faces.
When a 9-year-old Neil Smith got his first guitar – a secondhand Danelectro – he didn’t play it immediately.
Instead, he took it apart.
COVER STORY: Are you recycling as much as you could? That’s the question companies across Las Vegas are asking as they look to minimize trash and transform some of their garbage into revenue streams.
Education was only supposed to be temporary stop for Debra Solt.
A young man is lying on a couch in the fetal position with his back turned to the automatic sliding door. Across from him, a man stands behind the reception desk, with the words “Desert Hope” mounted on the wall just above his head.
