Every few months, I get the alumni magazine from my college. I usually glance through the class notes to see if there’s anyone I remember who has gotten mentioned.

Most of the entries are a bit, well, dull, saying things …

In January, I celebrated the fourth anniversary of living in Las Vegas. Frankly, I don’t think the oddsmakers would have bet on my love affair lasting this long.

For years I was one of those people who shunned this place. …