Given the game’s inherent poetry, it’s nearly impossible to make a bad baseball movie.
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Why does Las Vegas never disappoint? Because June brings us the dancing drag of “Priscilla Queen of the Desert” and then, a week later, “America’s Favorite Dumb Blonde,” who would be one Terry Bradshaw.
Reader Pat Swanson was looking for a recipe from a Swift’ning (a shortening that was made by Swift and Co.) booklet from the ’40s-’50s. I found it online at rocknrecipes-rockn
quilts.blogspot.com, where the blogger reports finding it in her grandmother’s Swift’ning book from 1950. Here’s the version I adapted:
Nevada’s public lands hold a wealth of rock art left behind by native cultures that developed long before Europeans arrived in the New World. Exploring Nevada’s rock art sites offers glimpses of the past and intriguing clues about ancient history.
So basically, it has reached the point where not even the people selling the show tickets expect you to pay full price.
Take away the woefully rudimentary computers, Laura Dern’s mom jeans and Samuel L. Jackson’s hair, and it has all the trappings of a modern blockbuster.
The Roadrunners at 9820 W. Flamingo Road and 921 N. Buffalo Drive are offering a $10.95 filet mignon special on Thursday evenings, with a 6-ounce steak with chipotle butter, creamed spinach and spicy potato wedges and the option of a domestic draft beer or house wine at half off. …
I was looking forward to digging into some shredded pork skin and egg loaf at Lilly’s Thai & Vietnamese, but alas, it was not meant to be.
What Las Vegas performer is not in the race to score a nonscripted TV show? But the winner — or at least, the one getting to a significant stepping stone — is a relative newcomer to the Strip.