A beautiful Thanksgiving card from Judge Nancy Oesterle made my day; it made my day because I met Judge Oesterle probably twenty-five years ago and ever since we have kept a friendship that is lasting even after she retired and it is now a long-distance friendship; she is traveling, is involved in several projects and still has time to pro-tem on the bench once in a while. I always enjoy hearing from Judge Oesterle and I thank her for that. I believe she is the only judge that keeps in touch with her supporters and friends even after retiring. Happy Thanksgiving, judge!
I wish I could be as active as Judge Oesterle, but to be honest, I am enjoying my semi-retirement and have been secluded in my own little cubbyhole, in my own little world, coming out one or two days every three or four weeks: no suit, no ties, no starched shirts and being in such a state that not too many people know who I am.
I am also grateful for receiving a card from someone dearly loved, someone who is always in my thoughts and daily prayers and I know she feels the same way about me — my dearest friend, Maria Urena.
I guess what a friend told me once is true, no one is indispensable, people don’t even miss me, many don’t even know that I am gone, but it is with great pleasure that I want to point out that both Alexandra Cohen and Sunny Day are doing a good job of replacing me; I say it is with great pleasure because it has taken two of them to do my job and that is why they are doing a better job. As they say in computer language…LOL.
Unfortunately, I can see that crime is still going up in my beloved city; the first thing I saw is that the convenience store around the corner from my office was vandalized for no obvious reason. Well, maybe it was someone that was loitering in the area and was asked to leave because I noticed that the homelessness problem is still a problem in Ward 3 where the Councilman in that seat, Bob Coffin, is too busy socializing with some former casino big wheels and gaming attorney while insulting his own constituents; nothing changed in my beloved Las Vegas.
But wait! let’s not just talk about Ward 3 because just north of Sahara on Lilliput the homeless have arrived and taken possession under the balcony of a nice building that I have been told people pay a good chunk of California-like rent for, and now they have added “extra security” under some of the balconies. Wait a minute, isn’t that location under Ward 1’s jurisdiction?
Nahh!!! How can that be? Your Majesty Queen Tarkanian is not that well known for caring about the homelessness problem; she and code enforcement agents, AKA the residential Gestapo, protect businesses operating in residential areas, but maybe now that the businesses are operating like some California clubs, after hours, they may have to
turn to the homelessness situation because working on an after-hours schedule is not in the councilwoman’s job description or that of the residential Gestapo’s.
It is bad enough to be accused of being racist when the “Mother Theresa” of the city council knows that she is lying, but now she may accuse me of bad reporting because I touched a sour note, so everything that is reported in this newspaper is verified twice and sometimes three times. Last time I checked the American dictionary, what Grandma Tarkanian did to me in public, on the record, could be considered slander.
Slander is described in the law dictionary as follows…“all words, any words phrase. Slander. n. oral defamation, in which someone tells one or more persons an untruth about another, which untruth will harm the reputation of the person defamed. Slander is a civil wrong (tort) and can be the basis for a lawsuit.”
Lucky for Mother Theresa I am not the lawsuit type of person because otherwise, I would take my mortgage payments from her; but that is another good thing on my record; I don’t sue people. I make my living in an honest way, working as I have done for the last sixty years.
At my age I could be retired already. I don’t drink, I don’t gamble, I don’t smoke cigarettes or anything else, and at my age, sex is a miracle — so with my social security, my retirement and a few bucks from a couple of investments I made, I can live like a king watching Law and Order and Fox News all day long, but I work because I like my
work. I enjoy my work and I always say that when one likes what they do for a living, that is not work.
My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column.
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Rolando Larraz is Editor in Chief of the Las Vegas Tribune. His column appears weekly in this newspaper. To contact Rolando Larraz, email him at: Rlarraz@lasvegastribune.com or at 702-272-4634.