Scott Dickensheets

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If love was in the air in Chicago on February 14, 1929, it was likely the love of booze. After nine years of Prohibition, America’s inveterate fondness for drink had turned bootlegging into a huge, cutthroat business for mobsters. Thus, at 10:30 that morning, four members of Al Capone’s outfit lined up seven men against the wall of a Chicago garage — five members of Bugs Moran’s rival gang, plus two unlucky hangers-on — and killed them with Tommy gun fire and shotgun blasts.

May 24, 2024 | knpr.org | Scott Dickensheets

I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a major standalone art museum in this burg — as ready as I was in the 1990s, when the Nevada Institute of Contemporary Art was trying to establish one. As ready as I was in the early 2000s, when the Guggenheim Hermitage Museum in the Venetian tried valiantly to fill that role. As ready as I was later in the 2000s, when the Las Vegas Art Museum, led by Libby Lumpkin, was gamely angling for its own place apart from the Sahara West Library.

Apr 1, 2024 | knpr.org | Scott Dickensheets

Air travel is a downer these days — a leaden, bureaucratic process optimized for its own convenience rather than the travelers’. The romance of jetting off to somewhere else has given way to an experience more akin to a DMV visit that deposits you in another city. But for a traveler with a more, let’s say, flexible budget, there’s an alternative: boutique aviation companies that ferry commercial passengers on private jets. JSX is the one we’ve tried.

Mar 31, 2024 | knpr.org | Scott Dickensheets

I've lately been racking what’s left of my brain for details of an old exhibit — a show by local artists who created work to protest Steve Wynn’s implosion of the Dunes. So, this would’ve been sometime in 1993, maybe? Organized by the then-newish Contemporary Arts Collective, it took place in a storefront on Maryland Parkway near UNLV. I think. I mean, it’s been a few years. To be clear, I didn’t set out to ponder my leaky memory.