A hearty “thank you” must go out to the single individual who has done the most to improve the Nevada judiciary: Elizabeth Halverson.
News Columns
Briefly, before heading out to the Sarah Palin rally, I contemplated accessorizing with a button boldly broadcasting “Cat Lovers For Obama,” but figured I’d get the ever lovin’ crap beat out of me if I did. Discretion prevailed, so as not to alienate dog-loving Republicans.
This week readers want to know about the construction on U.S. Highway 95, between Russell and Sunset roads; whether there are any laws governing jogging or walking in the streets; and who handles road kill in the valley.
For a few minutes, it was just three women chatting about what we’d do if we were 21 again, entering the job market in today’s newspaper business, instead of in our 50s and already established journalists.
Last October, I remember thinking that $2.77 was an outrageously high price for a gallon of regular gasoline.
The few times Frank “Lefty” Rosenthal and I spoke, he looked at me as if I were a worm he’d like to step on, except the ensuing goo would dirty the sole of his shoe. Actually, I found the fastidious Rosenthal scarier than mobster Anthony Spilotro, and no one accused Rosenthal of killing dozens of people.
This week readers want to know if there is a law requiring service stations to provide free air and water for vehicles; what does a horn violation offense mean; do we have to put the registration sticker in the top right hand corner of our license plates; and we get an update on when the Lake Mead Boulevard interchange with the Las Vegas Beltway is going to open.
Nobody asked me, and billionaires rarely take my advice anyway, but may I make a suggestion? The Plaza in downtown Las Vegas needs to go back to its original name, the Union Plaza. Many of us never stopped calling it that. Never made the transition to calling it Jackie Gaughan’s Plaza or just the Plaza.
I’m pretty skeptical when it comes to mechanics. To an extent, I think we all are.
‘Tis a tale of a $1,500 caramel. Another in a continuing series in which I urge you to learn from my many mistakes. Apparently, I will never run out of column topics.
During an elevator ride Monday while checking out the unfinished Lou Ruvo Brain Institute, someone asked whether anyone had Alzheimer’s in their family. Out of six people in the elevator, I was the only one who hadn’t. Silently, I gave thanks. Cancer is my family’s foe.
This week readers want to know what is causing the slowdown on Interstate 15 near Russell Road; is there a law against televisions being installed on dashboards of motor vehicles; and when are they going to activate the message signs on U.S. Highway 95 north?
There seem to be more cyclists on valley roads lately, and they’re not all wearing tight yellow spandex.
Las Vegas was a better place when the mob ran the town. Now how many times have you heard that old saw?