I remember the Boy-Lesque ads very well from when I was a kid: three men in drag (one of them rather plump) sitting at a dressing table getting ready for the show. "What a way to make a living." "Don't feel bad; my family thinks I'm a cop in L.A." Near the end, a guy would poke his head in the door and say something like, "C'mon, girls, showtime." They would all jeer at him. As I recall, the guy then said, "Okay, but Frank Sinatra Jr. is in the audience." That would get all the performers out of their chairs and heading for the stage. I believe that legal action was threatened, so the name was later bleeped out.

This column shows why Jon Ralston is the best political columnist in Nevada. His criticism of Mayor Goodman is biting, yet ultimately constructive. He takes Goodman to task for his shortcomings, but holds out genuine hope for the future.

Reading a column like this, I don't think there's any doubt about it: Ralston has certainly been good for us.

It seems unworthy of Wynn to have closed his gallery in favor of a store. Why couldn't he have just moved the gallery? You can't tell me that there's no place in Wynncore where he could have put it.

Great, so now we'll have a bunch more drunken armchair quarterbacks pawing at our cocktail waitresses.

At least at the hotel I worked at, there was all the difference in the world between a hooker and a cocktail waitress. I was there for almost ten years, and one of the cocktail waitresses was one of my best friends. I never heard any stories about the waitresses fooling around with customers. I'm sure it happens, but it's the exception, not the rule.

Incidentally, I think it's perfectly reasonable to look at Tiger in this situation and think, "Man, what an idiot!" This is a case of monumental stupidity that makes Forrest Gump look like that guy ("Co-inventor of the USB") from the Intel commercials.

I suppose it might be worth it just to hear "How Soon Is Now" live, but still, why just 60 minutes when he has such a huge repertoire of great songs?

On the other hand, he's not as young as he used to be. I still can't get used to seeing Morrissey as a middle-aged man.

Now, to see Morrissey reunited with Johnny Marr, $55 for 60 minutes would be a bargain.