Although I have never been a perp, I participated on a famous perp walk in 1983 and have the black-and-white photo to prove it. The perp was later-to-be-murdered mobster Anthony Spilotro. The serious-looking FBI agent walking him by the press was Marc Kaspar.
We’re told that the roundabout is the most efficient traffic conveyor at intersections because traffic never has to come to a stop, even when making a left turn.
Retired FBI agent and author Gary Magnesen has changed his mind. He no longer believes the late U.S. District Judge Harry Claiborne was leaking materials from FBI search warrant affidavits to the mob in the early 1980s, as he wrote in his 2010 book, “Straw Men.”
There’s a big risk in having an adult conversation about traffic calming since there’s always someone in the back of the class giggling about “speed bumps” and “speed humps.” But we’re going forward — not at full speed, mind you, but forward.
Las Vegan Deborah Richard is not a movie critic, but she contends the movie “Casino” was spot on, while the current movie “Black Mass,” with the exception of Johnny Depp as James “Whitey” Bulger, didn’t capture the two corrupt FBI agents involved.
“Is there anything the Nevada Department of Transportation or the City of North Las Vegas can do to help improve the traffic situation here?”
Tall and slim, with long, blond hair, Deborah Richard could look like an expensive call girl or a bag lady. She could wear an auburn wig and heavy makeup and look like a hooker. She could be the perfect ditz or the perfect waitress.
Nevada Volkswagen owners can breathe easier. And they may not even breathe any toxic gases when they do.
Donald Trump demeaned voters last Thursday when he said they didn’t need written policy papers.
I’m counting on MGM Resorts International to do the right thing and build a parking garage for the new arena the company is opening next spring.
You’ve heard that story about the blind men describing the elephant. Each person had different descriptions of what it was based on what part of the elephant they were touching.
One impassioned reader came out swinging when I wrote last Thursday it was time to stop dumping tax and fee dollars into saving the Huntridge Theater. After all, about $2 million of the public’s money hasn’t done the job so far.
When they first saw school buses activating their flashers in the middle of the Spaghetti Bowl, some motorists probably thought, “Please, please don’t drop off students in the middle of Interstate 15.”
Enough already. The time has come to stop pouring public dollars into reviving the Huntridge Theater. If some history buff wants to spend private dollars to restore the theater, hooray. But no more public money, please.
