Welcome to Wild Western Civilization, my blog as the Marketing Coordinator for the City of Las Vegas, New Mexico Arts & Cultural District.
This space coming SOON!
Arrrrrrr, and Ahoy, Matey!
Birdie

I added a new page to this site. I wrote a rant on the state of our high schools, a rant fueled by my son’s negative experience attending Robertson High School in the City Schools district. Keep in mind that my words are a rant and not a fully crafted story.
I’m working full time – I have to do so …

Please visit the new Underground Art Installation on Bridge Street – next to the Kiva Theater – and create some poetic love, Las Vegas style! The installation went up in the middle of last night. Wonder who created it? The project consists of velco attached to the plywood boarded windows of a vacant building, with corresponding velcro words, …

King Stadium hides in the brush that was once Camp Luna. A WPA project, the stadium wastes time in silence, its stone bleachers reminiscent of ancient Rome. I’m writing a magazine story on this forgotten bit of Las Vegas architecture, and will post more information – and more photographs – for My Tiny Vegas readers soon.

“It’s too hot, Mom.”
My young son, Martin, lifted his baseball cap and wiped the sweat from his forehead. We’d walked two miles, almost three. The Mount Calvary Cemetery stood just out of reach.
“We’re almost there, honey. C’mon. Have something to drink.”
I held out a full bottle of water. My grandmother’s ashes coughed. I felt them lurch, three miles away in …

Every sit-down restaurant in Las Vegas has green chile, including Little Moon, the resident Chinese buffet. Of course you can get green chile poured on enchiladas at Smiling Faces, at the Landmark Grill, at Estella’s. The local eateries know their market, and you can add chopped green chile to your pizza at Dominos, your value-meal burgers at Mc- Donald’s, even …

Two years ago, taggers hit the side of my garage that faces one of Las Vegas’ alleys, hit it with white aerosol spray in the shape of a Halloween ghost surrounded by bulging initials. It wasn’t the first time; black paint covered most of the space in a feeble attempt to cover a prior message. I gave up the ghost, …