Taxi drivers learn a lot about life from the folks in the back seat of their cabs. Some of the stories are uplifting, some tell of shady dealings, and some are just plain sad. I spent a day on a ride-along with a veteran driver for A-Cab Taxi and got a whole new picture of life in Las Vegas. Continue reading »

People who've lived in Las Vegas a long time are always moaning about the traffic. I can't blame them. When a city goes from dusty Western town with a couple of intersecting highways to a multi-freeway metropolis in forty years, it's easy to wax nostalgic for the good old days. I've lived here only five years, and even that is long enough to remember charming phenomena that have vanished in the supergrowth. There's a street named "Pyle" on the south side of town, but recent arrivals don't know that the next major street north of it used to be called "Gomer." "Gomer" is now Silverado Ranch Boulevard. Ah, the good old days, when you could name dirt roads after old sitcom characters. Continue reading »