It’s said autobiographies are the only books that don’t have an ending.
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Over the years, it’s been pretty easy to marginalize the fantasy genre. After all, aside from the occasional Hollywood blockbuster, the closest the sword-and-sorcery set usually gets to the mainstream is the songs of Ronnie James Dio and the murals on the sides of custom vans.
Time has not been the enemy of “O.” Success? Maybe.
‘O’ celebrates 10th anniversary after thousands of performances.
Norman Rockwell Lane, the address is, and to turn onto it from Farm Road is to step into a bit of Americana, or at least a faux version along the lines of Town Square or The District at Green Valley Ranch: trees filled with twinkling lights, a sort of village green with a statue (we couldn’t make it out in the darkness, but we’re assuming it was Norman himself), independently owned shops with upstairs offices or apartments, contemporary jazz coming from a speaker somewhere. It didn’t look much like the streets of New York, but Streets of New York fits right in.
Five years ago, it seemed like directing a live show seen by more than 10 million people would be hard to top.
John Bergler is looking for not just any English muffin, but specifically for Bays English muffins. Luckily for him, his fellow readers say they’re not among those longed-for items that can’t be found in town.
Beatty annually celebrates its colorful history during Beatty Days, slated to coincide with the upcoming statewide three-day holiday for Nevada Day, Oct. 31-Nov. 2. The little town 115 miles from Las Vegas on U.S. 95 schedules family-style events and entertainment reminiscent of celebrations during Beatty’s early years more than a century ago.
The late, immodest comedian Steve Allen may be turning in his grave.
If there’s one thing wrong with TV — other than the fact that there’s still not a Tina Fey Channel — it’s this: My attention span has been obliterated. Seriously, sometimes I’ll just trail off in the middle of a …
“Raw Talent Live” was created in a vacuum. And those who remember their middle-school science know what happens when vacuums are breached. If you don’t, go smash a light bulb or your middle-school thermos.
Louis’s Las Vegas has made a pimento-cheese believer out of me, and trust me, that’s a real feat.
Las Vegas is a more-of-everything kind of town. But two Fab Fours? Eight is enough.
Two weeks ago we had reader suggestions for good breakfast spots for Brad Dunaway; today more weigh in with the shredded-potato hash browns Dunaway is seeking.