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    Your Survival Guide for the Dog Days of Summer

    By Seven Staff

    Vegas Seven’s editors and writers are preoccupied with staying cool, and everyone has a trick up their sleeves. Here, we share them with you.

  • The Dog Days of Summer

    The Dog Days

    Our annual tribute to the trying times of Vegas midsummer brings you tales of heat, forbearance and muddling through

  • The Dog Days: Summer Fiction

    My Dog’s Identity Crisis

    By Greg Blake Miller

    Sometime in the hazy midsection of the sunbaked summer between fourth and fifth grades, a dozen or so boys and girls from my class took it upon themselves to profoundly alter their lifestyles.

  • The Dog Days: The Heat Is On!

    Words and Fire

    By Geoff Carter

    I couldn’t find the mixtape, so I had to re-create it from memory. Who knows if I got the order right, or even accounted for all the songs?

  • The Dog Days: The Heat Is On!

    Inertia

    By Lissa Townsend Rodgers

    “I don’t want to be cold anymore.” That’s what I said when I moved to Las Vegas from New York City. Grad school was the ostensible reason, but it also had something to do with years of shivering, wearing two sweaters to bed, pacing with teeth chattering on concrete subway platforms, running 10 blocks in 20 degrees with icy blue 30-mile-an-hour winds.

  • The Dog Days: The Heat Is On!

    Looshie on the Rocks

    By Sean DeFrank

    The dog was first spotted on a hot day near the end of May, meandering along the majestic sandstone cliffs. She had been abandoned at the Calico 1 Trailhead, the first stop along the 13-mile Red Rock Canyon Scenic Drive. With the temperature reaching triple digits, it was essential to round up the dog as soon as possible.

  • The Dog Days: The Heat Is On!

    Eddie V and the Cop Cruisers

    By James P. Reza

    I am a desert native, and the heat, as you know it, doesn’t bother me. I love the sun and, yes, it does matter that it’s a dry heat. At about 50 degrees, I privately start to whine; at 40, I openly bitch.

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    Wilshire and Citrus

    By Greg Blake Miller

    On a scorching Sunday in late June, my son and I finished a baseball workout, stopped at Thrifty Ice Cream on Pecos Road, bought a chocolate milk shake and took it to my 100-year-old grandmother, Lillian Lorand Dubin. She peppered us with questions about our changing little world—a new baseball team, a new home, a new dog. Most of all, she wanted to know about the dog. Then she repaid us with a dog story of her own.

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    Jared Garcia

    By Sean DeFrank

    Since his job in nightlife allows him the freedom to dress beyond the traditional suit, Garcia takes every opportunity possible to express his upscale casual style. Working in artist relations makes him the No. 1 go-to guy for Wynn Las Vegas’ roster of DJs, including Diplo and Afrojack. “I need to stay current and on top of trends, I don’t want an artist to come in and say, ‘Who is this guy and why is he taking care of me?’” Mix It Up Brightly colored jeans are a surefire way to get noticed. Garcia opts for a pair in his favorite hue (blue).

  • Summer Games

    By Greg Blake Miller

    At the community pool of the Inverness subdivision in the desert town of Zantrum, a little basketball hoop with a beige backboard was bolted to the cool deck. This was at the three-and-a-half-foot mark of the amoeba-shaped basin, the place where parents take their pre-swimming children to teach them what it feels like to be cold and wet in public. I was holding my 16-month-old son Evan in my arms and he was kicking vigorously, apparently certain that, if I let him go, he could swim just fine. I half believed it myself.

  • Pets

    For Dogs, a Ruff Summer

    As difficult as summer is for Las Vegans with seasonal allergies, the pollen blowing about the Valley can make man’s best friend downright miserable. These environmental allergies are not new, but workers at several veterinary hospitals say they are seeing an increase in allergy cases—though it’s not clear why. “I feel like every year I’m telling people, ‘Allergies are really bad this year,’” says Christiano Fontes, a veterinarian with Sunridge Animal Hospital in Henderson.

  • Dog Days of Summer

    Melting Away?


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    One look at Craigslist’s plentiful offering of ice cream trucks tells you something’s up. They range from a 1958 Good Humor truck to a 2004 converted handi-van, some with mouth-watering images of ice cream on the side and others with oddly spaced, hand-painted words: Children Crossing. One ice cream man explained why he’s getting out of the business: “Gas prices are going up, but the ice cream itself isn’t going down. And kids don’t want to pay more than $3 for ice cream,” says Joseph, who declined to give his last name.

  • The Week

    Where Have All the Kids Gone?

    By Matt Jacob

    From mid-June to early September, the daily routine was pretty much the same: Wake up, eat breakfast, get dressed, receive a swift kick in the ass out the door. Not that we always needed said kick. It was summertime, our time. After nine months of being cooped up in a classroom—the lone release during a six-hour day being a 20-minute kickball game at recess—we couldn’t wait for summer, for the chance to rediscover the great outdoors.

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    Who Needs the Coast? I’m Headed for Vegas!

    By Kerry Candaele

    I grew up in a small town on California’s central coast, five miles from a beach called Surf. Many an unsuspecting tourist, lacking adequate skills in cartography and without a second sense for the absurdly ironic, eyed the AAA map while driving down from Big Sur, detoured off Highway 101, and ended up on this freezing patch of coastal earth. My little town, with the less-than-sonorous name of Lompoc, had no bikini-clad young women in frolic, no surf Nazis flicking their sun-bleached hair in unison, and no swimming in the warm California sun.

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    Summer Shame: A Glossary for Men

    By Greg Blake Miller

    Pocket sag: The excessive pull on one’s cargo shorts caused by an Android phone. Hane: The elastic band of one’s briefs, visible due to pocket sag. Duffelupagus: Individual with lousy car A/C. Arrives at business meeting soaked and sheepish with knapsack in tow, slinks into restroom to change. Muscleupagus: The guy who comes to work in a sleeveless shirt and doesn’t realize that he, too, needs to change.

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