Where to find the brightest lights in the brightest city on the planet

From outer space Las Vegas is the brightest spot on the planet. The combination of the bright lights in this big city, the lack of humidity in general and the fact the skies are not cloudy all day, makes our home on the coal-dark planet, when its face is turned from the sun, a sparkling jewel.

As I was ranging out from home the other day, cruising the grocery aisles, I was reminded of this when I bumped into Michael Yackira, the president and CEO of NV Energy, the company that makes the aforementioned happen. We chitted and chatted, swapping that we both were taking time away from work to be with family, I offering that we were taking the grandchildren to the Springs Preserve for the final night of the holiday festival of lights.

Hmmmm. More lights. Like carrying coals to Newcastle? One could almost see the meter turning in Yackira’s eyes.

As the eyes of our camera zoom down from the stratosphere toward the red-tipped Stratosphere tower and pan over to where it all started with a trickle of spring water, our wandering eyes are bedazzled by … no, not the lights wrapped around the cacti and palms but by the lights in the eyes of the children.

After all the gifts under the lighted tree, the lights on the eaves of the house, and then the fireworks tonight, that’s what it is all about.

Happy holiday, ya’ll.

Stratosphere amid the lights

Stratosphere amid the lights

Face painting

Face painting

With desert-style Santa

With desert-style Santa

With Elmo

With Elmo

Published in:  on December 31, 2008 at 4:19 pm Leave a Comment

Delayed Christmas for the grandchildren …

’Tis the week after Christmas but you’ve come to stay
So we’ll just pretend it’s still Christmas Day.
Look under the tree, you’ll find presents galore,
Look up on the mantel, you’ll find stockings with more.

We’ll celebrate Christmas all over again
Then ring in the New Year and watch it begin.
Oh wait, I’ve forgot, is it something of portent?
Is there an another way that date is important?

Of course, silly old man, it’s Olivia’s birthday,
While the year is ’09 our girl is, oh, 7 that day.
So let’s toast the young lady and her little brother,
To Olivia and Gabriel, to their father and mother.

To grandpas and grandmas who’ve gathered this year,
To celebrate families and all that’s so dear.
To relax and converse in prose and in verse,
To listen to music and into football immerse.

We’ll bundle all up in our warmest of clothes
And go see all the reindeer, the bucks and the does.
We’ll go see all the lights twinkling down on the Strip,
We’ll park in valet and leave a nice tip.

We’ll ride in a carriage and perhaps on a train,
Seeing all of the sights as we cross o’er the plain.
There’ll be tigers and dolphins and lions to boot,
Volancoes and fountains and pirates with loot.

It’s Christmas and New Year all at one time,
Till grandpa surrenders, all out of rhymes.
It’s all about you, kids, it always shall be,
So let’s get the scissors and look under the tree.

Published in:  on December 29, 2008 at 6:14 pm Leave a Comment

Christmas traditions: Santa, gifts, newspapers

Christmas traditions: Santa, gifts, newspapers

Yes, ’tis the uniquely American season for mistletoe and holly, tinsel and toys, Santas and sleighs, carols and crèches, good cheer and anachronistic poetic contractions.

‘Twas a time when Christmas in America was a less hectic season. Why, the Puritans even banned its celebration. But the Dutch brought their bearded Sancte Claus or Sinterclaas to New Amersterdam, where the children would find candies and nuts and trifling trinkets in their shoes or stockings. The Germans brought a similar tradition with their Pelze-Nicol.

Nasts Santa

Nast's Santa


As the Colonies gained their independence and the people adopted a new Constitution and formed their own customs apart from those of Europe, few newspapers of the day took any notice of the holiday, which was more a churchly matter than one of public interest.

Occasionally, a merchant would advertise in the local newspaper, offering items for the season.

Then clergyman Clement Clarke Moore penned some whimsical doggerel for his children. A family member copied it and gave it to the Troy Sentinel newspaper, which published it on Dec. 23, 1823, under the title “A Visit from St. Nicholas.” ‘Twas the start of the plump, elfish gentleman clamoring on rooftops with his sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, slipping down chimneys with a sack full of toys, dressed in fur, the stump of a pipe protruding from a beard white as snow as he wordlessly filled stockings.

The printing of the poem became an annual tradition in a number of newspapers — under the title “The Night Before Christmas” — continuing to this very day. It popularized the exchange of gifts on Christmas Day and retailers latched onto the idea and soon filled the newspapers with advertising for their holiday goods and gifts.

The man who put rouge on Santa’s cheeks and turned his furry suit to crimson was newspaper editorial cartoonist and illustrator Thomas Nast, who first drafted Moore’s character into the Union Army in his Harper’s Weekly drawing that depicted Santa in stars and stripes, handing out gifts to soldiers.

He continued to draw Santa for various newspapers and books for years to come.

As the holiday customs took shape it did not take long for some to bemoan how the religious nature of the day was being nudged out by the commercialism.

‘Twas Harriet Beecher Stowe among the first, writing in “The First Christmas in New England”: “And this holy time, so hallowed and so gracious, was settling down over the great roaring, rattling, seething life-world of New York in the good year 1875. Who does not feel its on-coming in the shops and streets, in the festive air of trade and business, in the thousand garnitures by which every store hangs out triumphal banners and solicits you to buy something for a Christmas gift? For it is the peculiarity of all this array of prints, confectionery, dry goods, and manufactures of all kinds, that their bravery and splendor at Christmas tide is all to seduce you into generosity.”

Review-Journal cartoonist and amateur historian of all things illustrated Jim Day reminds that the iconic image of Santa Claus that we see everywhere today was created in 1931 by Haddon Sundblom for Coca-Cola’s holiday print ads. The images of the jolly gentleman with Coke bottle in hand appeared through 1964.

And no nostalgic musing on this holiday season and the role of newspapers could omit the editorial response to an 8-year-old’s query that appeared in New York’s The Sun in 1897.

‘Twas Virginia O’Hanlon who asked: “Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?”

To which editorial writer Francis Church replied: “Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS.”

This Christmas morn ’twill be a good time to curl up in a cozy chair, watch the children play with their new toys, sip your coffee and read the newspaper … which, unabashedly, made it all happen.

Whatever happened to Virginia?

Published in:  on December 22, 2008 at 4:50 pm Leave a Comment

Make sure your guests don’t die of terst

This holiday season please drink responsibly or have someone on hand to drive if you run out of responsibly and take to the pints instead.

But whatever you do, don’t let your guests die of terst.

Published in:  on December 20, 2008 at 6:09 pm Leave a Comment

What a drag it is getting old

There are two phenomena from our formative youth that share a single name, and now the protagonists of both are dead.

“Deep Throat,” the source, changed a presidency and the career paths of many.

“Deep Throat,” the movie, changed many an attitude about what is acceptable entertainment.

Today we learn former FBI agent W. Mark Felt is dead at 95.

Linda Lovelace of the movie fame, whose performance lent Woodward and Bernstein a name for their anonymous source, died in a car accident near Denver in 2002.

As Mick Jagger once said in the song “Mother’s Little Helper,”What a drag it is getting old.”

Published in:  on December 19, 2008 at 11:58 pm Leave a Comment

Mere pros do prose, dogged reporters do doggerel

A tip o’ the pressman’s paper hat to Review-Journal reporters Brian Haynes and Francis McCabe for turning a routine MITS and WITS (man on the street-woman on the street) reportage about the rare snowfall on the Strip into a delightful bit of doggerel reminiscent of Clement Clarke Moore’s “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” which was first printed in a newspaper, of course, the Troy (New York) Sentinel in 1823.

Our online crew created a pdf file for those who might want to print it out and read it aloud at your next Christmas party, preferably after a couple of drinks by both reader and audience.

The tourists were bundled, their cheeks rosy red
While visions of jackpots danced in their heads.
Those hoping for sunshine could do nothing but mourn
As Las Vegas was hit with a rare winter storm.

U.S. Highway 95 closed at cold Railroad Pass
And at Interstate 15 in Primm, no cars could go past.
Atop Mount Charleston snow tires were a must
While the road to Pahrump was closed by snow dust.

This news in quatrain continues, with a neat twist, the long-standing tradition of newspapers printing Moore’s poem, usually under the title of “The Night Before Christmas.” It popularized the exchange of gifts on Christmas Day and retailers latched onto the idea and soon filled the newspapers with advertising for their holiday goods and gifts.

We could use some more of that today.

Next week, maybe we can get Brian and Francis to explain to Virginia that, yes, there is a Santa Claus, “as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist … how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus … as if there were no Virginias.”

Published in:  on December 18, 2008 at 3:20 pm Leave a Comment

Paper or electronic? Will readers kick the habit?

The newspapers in Detroit are telling their newspaper addicts to go cold turkey four days a week. The Free Press and the News, starting in March, will be delivered to homes only on Thursday, Friday and Sunday.

The papers will be available seven days a week in an electronic computer-delivered replica of the print paper, similar to the Review-Journal’s eEdition. It was unclear what the price of this version will be.

I wonder how many people will simply kick the habit.

On top of this, I reviewed an e-mail yesterday from my fellows at the American Society of Newspaper Editors, saying the word “paper” will be dropped from the name of the organization, pending membership approval.

Whither the future?

Published in:  on December 17, 2008 at 9:19 pm Leave a Comment

Solar power unplugged

This is why solar power panels will. Not work in Northern Nevada:

Published in:  on December 16, 2008 at 10:22 pm Leave a Comment
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This is what ‘We the People’ really means

When we four judges — myself, a state judge, a federal judge and a young lawyer — sat down to determine which of the three questions we would pose to our seven panels of high school students facing off in the “We the People” civics competition at Bishop Gorman High School this weekend, I immediately offered that I was partial to the first question, the one on the First Amendment, or the third one, that on the Fourth, but, of course, the first was foremost in my way of thinking.

My fellows quickly shrugged and acquiesced. Then we asked District Court Judge Elissa Cadish, who had judged the competition several times over its 22-year span in Southern Nevada, to moderate for us.

When I read one of the questions we posed — “Although First Amendment rights are considered essential in a constitutional democracy, it is sometimes argued that these rights must be limited. Under what circumstances, if any, do you think limitations are justified?” — I had no doubt a couple of phrases would come up in most of the student teams’ four-minute prepared remarks. I was ready to drill down and see just how thorough the teams understood what they’d been studying and how well they’d thought it through.

Sure enough, practically every team used one or both of the phrases. “Clear and present danger.” And/or “falsely shouting fire in a crowded theater.”

Both come from the 1919 opinion by much respected and even revered Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes in the case of Schenck v. U.S. The court upheld Charles Schenck’s conviction under the 1917 Espionage Act for distributing pamphlets urging resistance against the World War I Selective Service Act.

The presentations were lively, well researched, quoting pertinent passages from significant historic figures. They cited John Stuart Mill, Thomas Jefferson, Susan B. Anthony, Martin Luther King Jr., W.E.B. DuBois, Adlai Stevenson, the Pentagon Papers, the Seneca Falls Convention, Tinker v. Des Moines, Brown v. Board of Education.

In session after session, when I asked the students what it was Schenck had said or written that constituted a “clear and present danger” or was likely to cause panic like that of “falsely shouting fire in a crowded theater,” I usually got blank stares and confessions that they did not know.

Even when I explained on one or two occasions that Socialist Schenck’s pamphlet’s argued that conscription was tantamount to indentured servitude, which was barred by the Thirteenth Amendment following the Civil War, the students were unswayed in their agreement with Holmes’ conclusions.

Then came three young ladies from the College of Southern Nevada High School, West.

They too mentioned the obligatory “clear and present danger” test in their opening remarks. So, when I broached my Schenck query I was surprised to hear one of the ladies spell out preciously what he had written, down to the number of pamphlets distributed.

When I asked if they agreed with the court’s opinion, one of them seemed to be about to accept Holmes’ stance when her two teammates jumped in and immediately disagreed, saying Schenck had every right to argue against such a law on a constitutional basis even in a time of war.

Of course, I immediately gave them the highest marks on my scorecard. At the end of program, when winners were selected, the team of Sarah Steelman, Rachel Dahl and Stephanie Laine had won that category. When their scores were combined with other teams from their school competing that day, CSNHS, West was the winner in Congressional District 1 and will advance to the state finals on Feb. 7 at the Regional Justice Center.

Basic High won in CD3 and, up in Reno, Reed High School carried the CD2.

It reassuring to hear students who had obviously studied the topic deeply. But it was especially gratifying to find students who had the gumption to say their reasoning, their grasp of the principles are better than those of a Supreme Court justice. That’s what the First Amendment is for. That’s what makes our republic viable.

A tip o’ the hat to all the schools that competed and may they all live up to the promise they showed this weekend.

Santaphobia is a cross-species phenomenon

Everybody’s seen the Christmas photos in the paper of the screaming kid in Santa’s lap, scared witless by that strange, bearded fellow in the funny red suit. It is a cuteness cliché, but it never fails to make you go … aaaawwwww.

As a holiday show of appreciation to all their loyal customers, our vet decided to offer free photos of pets with Santa. No need to try to build any suspense here, right?

You guessed it. We took our two chocolate labs in for the free sitting. Both our older girl Guinness and younger guy Gulliver were quite familiar with the vet’s office and all the staffers and friendly docs. Everything was tail wagging and sniffing and exploring … until they opened the door into the small room where the lights were set up and the decorations hung with care. That’s when Guinness put on the brakes and tucked tail.

We suspected that might be her reaction, since the time she spotted me in the backyard wearing a stocking cap for the first time and went into a barking frenzy at this intruder.

Likewise, she wanted nothing to do with this other unfamiliar ball of fur. No way. She jumped up on a bench and hid behind an office worker.

After considerable coaxing and several treats, we managed to get her and her brother (they have the same parents from two litters apart) to obey the “stay” command just long enough to snap a picture.

Aaaaawwwwww.

Guinness and Gulliver meet Santa, reluctantly.

Guinness and Gulliver meet Santa, reluctantly.