OK, so they’re now calling it “Fremont Square,” but it’s still like a fugly fortress-like concrete cube that was somebody’s perverse notion of a shopping center. However, the local Telemundo affiliate wants to move its broadcast and studio operations into Neonopolis (yes, they still call it that, too). This is probably the best news the place has had since it opened.
Wet Ultra Club also wants to move in, predicting it “will be the premiere [sic] club destination on Fremont Street.” True, the competition’s not very stiff, except for Gold Diggers at the Golden Nugget. Shame on the Nugget, by the way, for practically burying Gold Diggers on its Web site, relegating it to three lines of copy halfway down the “Bars” page (which, if you engage your psychic powers, you’ll reach by way of “Dining.” Huh?)
Stump the blogger: Here’s part of a reader e-mail, reprinted with permission, that left me absolutely bereft of an answer. Ergo, I’m throwing it open to the wisdom of the readership, in hopes that someone can address this poser:
I used to live in a small town on the cusp of the San Francisco area, and change-taking newspaper stands commonly sold the local paper, and some even sold the San Francisco Chronicle as well. Big collections of newspaper machines outside grocery stores would sell those two, the Oakland Tribune, the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times … and so on.
When we first moved to Vegas, I immediately noticed the lack of paper stands all over the place … they’re practically unheard of here. I quickly found out if I went to Burger King or something and wanted to read the paper at lunch, to go to the nearest gas station or drug store and buy one in there. Even then it’s almost impossible to get anything other than the R-J … and if you wanted a Times from either coast you’d practically have to go to a hotel.
What’s the deal here? It seems like if you want a girl in tight clothing within an hour it’s as easy as walking to the sidewalk, but if you want a newspaper you have to practically go to Borders … Is there something about this town … that simply doesn’t like to read?
Of course, if you’re staying at a Harrah’s Entertainment property, you can’t get the R-J either. Or has that fatwa been quietly revoked?
