Jane Ann Morrison

In hindsight, Billie-Marie Morrison realized she should have gone to her cardiologist after she couldn’t catch her breath while dancing at a Fourth of July party last year. But she thought it was her asthma.

Aunt Frances and I were teasing each other when she turned to her 5-year-old daughter and said, “Call Jane a taxi.” Without hesitating my little cousin, mustering all the contempt she could, spat out a one-word epithet: “Taxi!”

Martha Watson is not a braggart. She certainly has earned bragging rights, but that’s not her style.

Can’t help but smile at a news conference lineup where four out of five Democrats all want or wanted the same job — governor of Nevada — making them Nevada’s own team of rivals.

I’m confident whatever plan legislative Democrats come up with to create a more stable tax base for Nevada will earn the support of Sen. Bill Raggio, R-Reno. But what will he extract from Southern Nevada in exchange?

Quick. You’re in your house, you hear a scream for help and look out front to see a woman and her dog under attack by two pit bulls.

Marjorie Barrick would have been pleased with the lecture Thursday named in honor of her and her husband Edward, because it was a good turnout and a good program.

I wanted bragging rights that I’d been hanging with a billionaire. Trouble is, the billionaire never showed.