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Record-setting 116-degree temps yesterday and Wednesday…forget those frying an egg on the pavement stunts to demonstrate how hot it is. In Vegas, they bake pot roasts on the pavement. It’s that hot.
Most Las Vegans drive with just two fingers on the wheel…and the bicyclists’ biggest fear is that if they get knocked off their bikes by a car, they’ll cook to death on the pavement before help arrives.
I still can’t get over the fact that there are people up, slugging slot machines at 4am here (6am
Apologists for the Gaming Industry will tell you this is their choice, and people are going to do it anyway, so the Casinos are providing a “service” in setting up their games so folks can play. I’m not sure I buy that.
Obviously, there's lots of money in play. You think the casino operators are building these fabulous facilities and giving away boatloads of money? I don't think so, Tim.
It’s a moral conundrum I’ll tackle when the temperature’s not quite as torrid, in which it’s an effort to think or blink your eyes.
Along the blistering sidewalk was an iron rail fence, with misters billowing their cooling fogs into the faces of passersby. And up through the trees, a view of the Tower that’s a little out of place in the
Meyer Lansky would be proud, though.