We bring you this tale hoping to class up the joint for once Here’s a turn of events that’ll make your Aunt Bessie drop her knitting needles and sit up straight–Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex himself, is expected to descend upon the shining mirage that is Las Vegas–though this time, by all accounts, he…

There is no great appetite in this world for tales about breast pumps and bureaucracy, but if there is a story worth milking, it’s this one. When Miss Patricia Orellana set out to do one of the most natural and noble things—feed her baby—she got tangled not in swaddling but in the tight and binding…

Out here, where the sun scorches straight through your hat–and rattlesnakes outnumber Republicans by a whisper, there’s been a curious development in the affairs of our gallant Nevada State Police. Col. Patrick Conmay, with half a century of chasing scoundrels under his belt, and Lt. Col. Martin Mleczko, no greenhorn himself—have hung up their badges.…

Well now, on the first day of May in the Year of Our Lord 2025, while most honest folks were worrying over spring plantings or checking their kin for sunburn, the high-and-mighty Nevada Economic Forum stepped forth and declared—without so much as a cough to soften the blow—that the state’s treasure chest would be $191…

It appears while the great gambling halls of the Silver State tried to keep Lady Luck in a headlock, she slipped free, kicked the Strip in the shins, and skipped off toward the high desert hills of Carson City—where fortunes may be modest, but at least they’re headed in the right direction. While the big…

While I don’t claim to know all the goings-on in Carson City, it seems to me Nevada’s a Secretary of State who’s got one foot in the Silver State and the other already boarding a train for Washington. Cisco Aguila has been named the new chair of the Democratic Association of Secretaries of State, or…

If you wandered past the Reno Federal Building on May Day with no particular aim, you might’ve thought the world was ending. Folks were red in the face, shouting into bullhorns like salvation depended on the volume and waving signs so fresh off the printer they still smelled like ink. Orchestrated by Indivisible Northern Nevada,…

The sun hung low over the Wyoming plains, painting the sagebrush gold and casting long shadows from the Tetons. Jake Callahan rode easy in the saddle–weathered Stetson tipped back, Marine discipline in the set of his shoulders. He’d left the Corps after Korea, trading snow and mud and M1 Garand for open range and a…

Should you pass a newsstand this past week or chanced upon some solemn-faced anchor with a quiver in their voice, you’d have thought we were shipping students off in cattle cars and replacing them with scarecrows. Such was the hue and cry over the revoked student visas at UNLV, where seven poor souls—no more, no…

Now, gather ‘round friends, and allow me to tell you of a curious show held recently in that fine circus tent of solemnity known as the Nevada State Legislature. The Secretary of State, a sprightly fellow named Cisco Aguilar, hosted what he calls Election Demonstration Day—a harmless soundin’ name–though it’s always wise to be suspicious…