Living Las Vegas: Last Night at the Golden Steer
Read MoreWalking into the Golden Steer is like visiting the ghosts of Las Vegas pasts.
If these walls could talk, just imagine the stories they could tell.
Read MoreWalking into the Golden Steer is like visiting the ghosts of Las Vegas pasts.
If these walls could talk, just imagine the stories they could tell.
Read MoreThis is the third and final article in a trilogy on my reminiscence of Dallas.
Read PART 1 here.
Read PART 2 here.
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We can’t help but be shaped by the experiences of our youth and the events of our past.
Last week in the heart of one of America’s poshest zip codes, a consecrated bronze memorial to Robert E. Lee was chiseled from its sturdy granite foundation. Unencumbered, then it was chained to a giant crane and hoisted upwards into the bright blue Texas September sky. Next, the bulky wrath of ire was loaded onto a reinforced flatbed truck. Ultimately, the disruptive shrine and controversial symbol which instilled pride in some and to many others epitomized overt racism, discrimination, and hate was carted away to its final resting place somewhere outside the city, presumably never to return again.
Here’s the story of a neighborhood, a park, and a statue. It’s never too late to do the right thing.
Read More[his is the follow-up post to the article “WHAT’S THE GREATEST PHOTOGRAPH EVER TAKEN?” and subsequent discussion HERE which took place on Facebook.
Read MoreMy rant about reporting the weather as news. Listen up: It’s not “news” when things are normal.