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byThey’s ony three kinda men I won’t play with: That’s a po’ man, a blind man, an a police-man! Rod the Hop, my Las…
Somehow about Las Vegas.
They’s ony three kinda men I won’t play with: That’s a po’ man, a blind man, an a police-man! Rod the Hop, my Las…
Ever use an ATM at a bank after hours? Was it inside a locked vestibule, where you had to swipe your bank card to…
Intruder on the loose. In the midst of all the excitement of the premiere of our National Geographic documentary, and all the television promotion…
When a giant corporation closes its shutters and bolts its doors against its own client, its like a reverse prison. I, the client, feel…
Breaking news from Las Vegas Metro’s Kim Thomas, the fraud cop featured in my story on credit card skimmers hidden in gas pumps. Detective…
Legal-but-dirty, beat-the-system, shady business is being committed by Las Vegas homeowners at the inducement of a real estate agent, as reported by Joel Stein…
Skimmers, officially called magnetic card readers, capture the data on a card’s magnetic strip. Exactly what information is that? Credit and debit cards have…
…¢ Identity theft is now the number one crime in the world. …¢ Las Vegas is number one in the U.S. for ID theft;…
A former mortgage broker put 40 boxes of customers’ personal information into a Las Vegas dumpster. It was December 2006, but we all knew…
Four days away from an international trip and Bob and I have no passports. Scary. They were perfectly good and valid still for five…
A couple of scumbags have been casing neighborhoods in Las Vegas, preying on elders. They chat up residents, pretending to be a former resident…
52-Pickup—Las Vegas police are suddenly, aggressively, picking up prostitutes in the “resort corridor” of the city. Armed with a deck—or a list, anyway—of our…
There’s no question that Las Vegas attracts an upside-down bell curve of residents, no matter what scale one uses for measurement. We have a…
t was a mesquite, 35 or so feet tall, graceful in an awkward way. Craving light, the poor thing crooked its trunk this way…
Why am I compelled to run outside every time I hear the police helicopter hovering over my house? If there’s a criminal on the…
Had to go to the Apple store in the mall last night, and it turned into a long visit while Bob sorted out some…
Big article in today’s Las Vegas Review Journal on bag theft at the McCarran airport carousels. No surprise. This isn’t new. In my book,…
My Swedish brother-in-law came to visit us in Las Vegas. While Bob and I were off on a trip, he decided to upgrade our…
Who’s looking at you when you buy a coffee? It’s creepy, when you know all they can see. At the World Game Protection Conference…
“Bambi? In Las Vegas? Really? Are you a stripper? [Guffaw.]” If your name is Bambi and you live in Las Vegas, these, apparently, are…
What is on my ceiling? Looks like a thumbprint—gray, like newsprint. Except… my kitchen ceiling is the cottage cheese type. A thumbprint isn’t possible….
Kim Thomas, a Vegas cop, posted a telling comment on crime statistics, and criminal rehabilitation vs. incarceration. Detective Thomas is the author of Vegas:…
My Mac’s power cord is stretched taut. I’m on my patio on a glorious spring day. Just a little too windy for my taste,…
Evening. A sudden, deafening heartbeat jars my bones, and a vague anxiety revisits. The helicopter is back. Hovering low, its searchlight swings over my…