Met a woman who told me a Las Vegas story. It entwined her brother, a Big Mayberry resident. He once had a productive life here. During his living he got misled then completely lost himself. That happens in this city more frequently than autumn leaves falling off trees elsewhere. Continue reading A Broiling Pavement Tale
Category Archives: Lost Wages
Folding Green
Las Vegas casinos catering to residents push some of the most effective advertising I’ve ever seen. Continue reading Folding Green
Annoyances in Motion
There are instances in Las Vegas which might fit in Jacques Tati films. He was a French filmmaker whose movies immersed themselves in our human drolleries. Admittedly for Americans his productions could be acquired tastes.
After all, they were rendered in French. Continue reading Annoyances in Motion
Irksome Money
Nothing inspires the ire of parochial Nevadans more than California. The Pacific Coast state enflames their passions, though in contrary ways.
Nevada and California, sage and eucalyptus. Continue reading Irksome Money
Chagrin and Bare It
Once, reporters wore the label of an “ink-stained wretch” as a badge of honor. Okay. At least a snarly backhanded compliment.
Now, with electronic media shrinking the importance of hard-copy print on the public mind, more and more of those purporting to be reporters weigh lighter anchors in their professed profession. Although a higher percentage of today’s byline bearers hold masters degrees, perhaps better preparatory might’ve been working on a factory assembly line. Continue reading Chagrin and Bare It
Default Modes
Very few Las Vegas commercial enterprises move at the speed of business.
Life in this part of the Mojave Desert is utterly geared towards leisure. The kind that seemingly becomes easy indolence. Continue reading Default Modes
Better Garbage
Once the initial Covid shutdowns yielded to limited occupancies, the swank Strip hotel/casinos decided any churn better than none.
Hey. A buck’s a buck. Earnings shortfall is better than nothing earned at all. Continue reading Better Garbage
My Rancid Valentine
Valentine’s Day dumped a fine example of why I dissuade any high-tech venture curious about moving itself from a relatively expensive site to Las Vegas. This part of the Mojave suffered a power outage. One starting early Saturday afternoon and lingering in some neighborhoods into late Sunday. Who knows? Reluctant as the power company is to fully inform, the blackouts might straggle into Monday.
All because of high gales, not Hurricane Sandy.
These disruptions occur frequently enough to make them issues to consider. Continue reading My Rancid Valentine