More than two dozen buses dropped hundreds of immigrants off in the parking lot of the Sam’s Club near Denver’s Central Park one December morning, and the only person there to greet them was Greg Lenora, a security guard hired by Sam’s Club to protect the parking area.
Minnesota has a better-than-average unemployment rate and per capita GDP. It also has a top-tier employment-to-population ratio and the third-lowest rate of poverty.
We don’t know how to talk to each other these days, and that includes those who are paid to do the talking. The current generation of late-night talk show hosts, supposedly professional conversationalists, fail miserably at the job. Jimmy Fallon on The Tonight Show is awkward, giggly, and forced in his enthusiasms, while Stephen Colbert on The Late Show is stern, plodding, and ponderous. Credit Jimmy Kimmel for at least having a sense of joie de vivre, but his joie is strictly from the Jackass school of extroversion: The man is no great communicator but merely a back-slapping post-post-adolescent.
If you live in Seattle and want to take your child to the playground near the beach, you are out of luck, thanks to pressure from the city's gay community, which wants to use the area for nude sunbathing.
Like yours, my first glimpses of the Sphere in Las Vegas were online ones. I’d seen pictures and videos crop up in social media posts showing the glowing orb on the outskirts of the Vegas skyline and in the banner images atop a rash of recent stories in the press by writers in places such as the Atlantic and the Paris Review who, I noticed, had more dazzled reactions than I would have expected. In fact, they seemed to be more dazzled than they had expected. So when a recent road trip out west occasioned a stopover in Sin City, I was looking forward to seeing it in the steel.