I like to witness historic events in Las Vegas. Among many momentous occasions, I helped christen the new Aladdin (now Planet Hollywood). I was on hand when the Stardust fell down, and I observed as the La Concha Motel dangled into place to become the new lobby for the Neon Museum. I now lay claim to yet another “I was there.” I braved the heat on July first to attend the One Love Cannabis (more…)
Over the seventeen years I’ve lived in Las Vegas, I’ve written a few times about why I like it. Since it’s been awhile—and I’m still enthralled—I thought I’d take a new look at a few of the things that make me love calling Las Vegas home.
- MUSEUMS. Las Vegas is often accused of imploding its history, but it has actually been reveling in its roots for quite a while now. Nowhere is this more obvious than within the walls and grounds of its (more…)
Because I have been working on a story about Julius Caesar’s short visit to A.D. 2000, I pose this question to myself often, along with “What would Julius Caesar do?” and “What would Julius Caesar say?” At first, I wondered about his potential reaction to cars and airplanes and women wearing (more…)
It’s been over two decades since all my books went up in smoke. I’m sure they made a lovely bonfire. I had a lot of them, after all. Packed shelves, tall stacks, countless boxes. Because I love books. I even won an award in college for having a great library. Books are good. More is better. No such thing as too many. (more…)
I just got to “The End” of a manuscript I first began writing in 1999. 19-freakin’-99! That means this thing has been in my head and under my skin for 18 years. It’s old enough to smoke.
Of course, as any writer can tell you, “The End” does belong in quotation marks, because it’s really just a quotation of the last two words of a manuscript. It is not the end. It may have taken me eighteen years, but I’m now at the beginning of a daunting thing. (more…)