Talk about your perfect mood-setter. Turning off Interstate 15 onto the Great Basin Highway (aka U.S. 93), cowboy yodeler Wylie Gustafson started singing on KNPR radio about “a rootin’ tootin’ six-gun shootin’ yodelin’ cowhand.” My three-day 520-mile road trip through rural Nevada and rural Utah was officially under way, starting with that straight undulating road that was peaceful, hypnotic and, with increasing speed, became a form of flight from Las Vegas, the city I love, but also love to escape.
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Savvy Nevadans know to slow down outside Alamo because of the notorious speed trap awaiting the unsavvy.
Last week I joined Alan Stock on his KXNT radio morning show and several callers were kind enough to call in with questions rather than dish out insults to a radio first-timer. I didn’t have all the answers — actually, I had very few — readily available and promised to address them in this column.
Gary Reese is conflicted between his love of Lincoln County and his job as a Las Vegas city councilman.
Pylons, dented orange and white barrels and never-ending congestion are enough to drive any motorist in this town nuts these days.
Several states are considering new laws regarding texting while driving. Some states already have banned it altogether. Others prohibit drivers under the age of 18 from sending text messages while operating a vehicle. This week, I want to start by asking you a question: What type of laws, if any, would you like to see related to texting and driving in Nevada?
Assembly Speaker Barbara Buckley’s announcement Friday that she isn’t running for governor was as anticlimatic as the movie “Titantic.”
Ever bump into someone who proclaims love for his occupation simply because it allows him to help the helpless without charging a nickel?
The days of disagreeing without being disagreeable are disappearing and are never coming back. I miss those days.
Two Las Vegas judges looked at the same facts and came to completely opposite opinions about local attorney Neil Beller.