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
Only Mimsies Drink Weak Beer
Is social media an enemy of America? No. Some sites are just against certain segments of Americans. Continue reading Only Mimsies Drink Weak Beer
Leaving Berserkistan
Watching President Joe Biden extract the West from a place it never should’ve implanted a lasting footprint into reminds of how my father’s generation would’ve solved a crap situation. Continue reading Leaving Berserkistan
Repasts that Revived
A demise that occurred last year and a recent long-distance death chased the final week of July into the first week of this August. Continue reading Repasts that Revived
A Grim Silly Season
Looks like the 2021 Silly Season will be vicious. Usually, these months don’t leave much behind in the way of planet-realigning events. Uh, other than the outbreak of the Great War and Martin Luther King’s appearance at the Lincoln Memorial.
Safe to assume this August will deposit avoidable death on us as it further scars American society. Continue reading A Grim Silly Season
Afghan Folly
Good riddance to the West’s Forever War in Afghanistan. We never should’ve immersed ourselves so deeply there in the first place. Continue reading Afghan Folly
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