Locals tend to take the city’s charisma for granted, but a little Vegas can be a powerful thing.
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By now, you may have read too much about the genius of George Carlin and why we will miss him.
Williams, Ariz., thrives on tourism. The small Northern Arizona town enlarges on its frontier beginnings and its enviable location close to scenic and recreational attractions. It sits along Interstate 40, Historic Route 66 and Highway 64, a major access route to the Grand Canyon’s South Rim. Railroad connections include Amtrak’s Southwest Chief along the Burlington Northern and Santa Fe tracks and the historic Grand Canyon Railway, which begins its daily scenic trip to the South Rim from the restored depot in Williams.
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“Wizard: The Musical Journey of Oz Composer Harold Arlen” opens with a video montage that includes a testimonial from Tony Bennett:
Kenny Chesney lifted Jimmy Buffett’s whole flip-flops-in-paradise bit, and now he plays stadiums. Toby Keith wrote a song about how he loves bars, and now he owns a chain of them.
R-J entertainment columnist Mike Weatherford writes Thursday on a moment of Zen from Terry Lewis: “What is is built on what was, and what will be is built on what was and what is. And we’ll just go from there.” Lewis is talking about The Time, the party-funk band from the Prince school whose original lineup has reunited this summer for three engagements at the Flamingo Las Vegas.
I always knew my readers were wise — they show me all the time — but I didn’t know so many were fans of Wise Potato Chips, being sought by Patt Almaraz, who said she used to find them at Albertsons.
