When Harvey Whittemore reports to a federal prison Jan. 31, he deserves a yard nickname. Harvey Hubris works.
Jane Ann Morrison
A year ago, Las Vegas City Councilman Stavros Anthony read about Kenneth Epstein in the Review-Journal and went to the man’s home in Sun City Summerlin.
Many in the media, including me, bristled when first invited to meet Laura Bucheit, the new special agent in charge of the Las Vegas FBI.
In 2004, water boss Pat Mulroy stood on the short list of women considered possibilities to become Nevada’s first female governor. She was praised for her administrative and communication skills. Her willingness to do battle was never in doubt.
Joe Ann Ricca doesn’t know when or how she developed her interest in medieval history; it seems like it was just always a part of her.
When experts say that torturing animals is a sign of potentially more serious violence, I believe them. That’s why I wanted to attend the 9:30 a.m. Oct 16 sentencing of the despicable character who decapitated a bird at the Flamingo and played with it like a toy.
Rarely do men who have been drugged, robbed and beaten in Las Vegas call me to reveal details, but Brian Mamak is the exception. Mamak has a bitter message to deliver: Las Vegas nightclubs are not safe.
A federal parole officer has recommended that lobbyist Harvey Whittemore be sentenced to 51 months in prison. Unbelievable.
Heavy Hitter Glen Lerner faces some heavy hits himself in New Orleans over his representation of hundreds of clients in the British Petroleum oil spill case.
The remembrance of “a kind and gentle man” and a “gentleman’s gentleman” was a perfect way to start the week for more than 150 people at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas.
I delivered the bad news to former Gov. Robert List. A new book showed him in an unflattering light. He hadn’t read it and was horrified after he did.
A book based on memories of Dennis Gomes, former Gaming Control Board chief of audit division, says former Gov. Robert List, when attorney general, blocked investigations into two mob-controlled casinos back in the 1970s — the Stardust and the Tropicana.
For a journalist like me, seeing a newspaper fade away is beyond heartbreaking. It marks the departure of a friend I can argue with, compete with, disagree with, and yet respect.
I have labored long and hard trying to help people block annoying robocallers and scammers only to be told this or that is meaningless or doesn’t work.
Las Vegas has some devilish people who have figured out how to annoy phone scammers. Jim Frender and John Shoots come to mind immediately.