As an often-cold Midwestern child of the Nineties, I grew up with — or rather, in — a precious orbit of fleece jackets. There was the cosmically-patterned Patagonia pullover without which I was not photographed from the years 1992 to 1998 and the pistachio green The North Face zip-up I even slept in through middle school until it grew holey. For two decades, I wore one fleece until it physically disintegrated, only to replace it, eventually, and repeat the cycle all over again.

“What happens here, only happens here” is the “new” slogan, unveiled in a 60-second commercial on CBS’s Grammy Awards telecast on Sunday night. The ad features Shania Twain, Christina Aguilera, Aerosmith and others with a glittering selection of Vegas landmarks and spectacles.

It’s been more than a century since the Titanic struck an iceberg and sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean – but despite the decades that have passed since 1912, the memory and legacy of the “unsinkable ship” continue to mesmerize historians and enthusiasts.

Atlantic City's casinos won almost $3.3 billion from gamblers in 2019, helped by surging sports and internet bets as the seaside resort continued to rebound from a mid-decade meltdown that saw five casinos close.

Let’s state the obvious: Winter is cold. Clothes keep us warm. Yet every year a stubborn subset of people across Minnesota venture outdoors in their summer finest. If pressed, they’ll say it’s not that cold.

The world is preparing to celebrate a new decade, and as the times have changed, so has the technology.

Women put up with a lot at the office. At least grant us elastic waistbands.

It’s getting much more difficult to make sure what happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas.

If the 2020 presidential election is going to have a ‘Jim Murren moment’, as the gaming industry saw nearly four years ago, it won’t be from Jim Murren.

The Oakland Raiders’ yearlong march into oblivion will end Sunday at the aging Coliseum.

It will be the Democrat's ninth of their presidential primary cycle, coming on February 19.

I don’t remember what specific combo of frustration and busyness led me to wear leggings to the office one day recently, but I do remember it felt magical. With nothing but a stretchy band and Nulu(™) fabric holding me in, I felt freer, like I was dancing through my duties, rather than trudging through them encased in polyester and wool. My computer seemed to run more quickly; my sources were more responsive; the PR people were less angry.