Colorado Las Vegas Nevada

Colorado Las Vegas Nevada

Las Vegas Boulevard is filled with dialogue between newly weds. Elvis still lives. He marries couples at chapels with hotels attached. Elvis marries couples as Frank Sinatra’s song Around the World plays in the background, “Around the world I have searched for you. I traveled on when hope was gone to keep a rendezvous. I knew somewhere, sometime, somehow, you would look at me and I would see the smile you are smiling now.” The lovely lyrics add to the plot. Las Vegas has themes. Stories are made in the resorts. The hotels have beds shaped like Valentine’s Day hearts. The characters leaving home come to Vegas to wine and dine as adults play poker. Las Vegas is a writer’s dream. As I wrote books on investing in Las Vegas, many of the cars surrounding mine on Flamingo Boulevard headed downtown had license plates from the State of Colorado. Tropicana and Flamingo are not straight streets. The boulevards are curved. Colorado cars swerve as they find the streets around Paradise Boulevard crooked. Why are drivers from Colorado learning the roads of Las Vegas? Snow. In one word, the tourists from Colorado say they can’t stand the constant snow. They complain as if the winter weather is getting longer. Instead of five months of winter weather, the frost seems to be lingering for eight months out of twelve. Maybe the snow isn’t the only reason cars are pulling in from Colorado. There are also the tax advantages of living in Las Vegas.
Celebrating Over Taxes

My wife left town on a business trip. With an ink pen and back pocket full of paper, I escaped to the hotel pool with a red colored cafe. Crimson red chairs, walls, and tables are all completely red with a sassy Italian aristocracy. During the day in the middle of the work week, the cafe is quiet. Easy to concentrate. Perfect for rest. I get a lot of work done. If I decide to take a break the red cafe has wooden newspaper racks with the newspapers from around the world hanging on wooden hangers next to the espresso machine. In Las Vegas, a single resort can have multiple themes: Vienna tea room, Italian pasta restaurant or Asian noodle bar with ginseng tea from China. This cafe was a combination of all three but red. The literature was displayed to with the luxury of a stay in Europe as tourists drink coffee with an Italian roll while unraveling their newspaper to read. At this noon time hour though, the day wasn’t calm. The usual quiet atmosphere was broken up my two corporate executives from the Philippines celebrating before returning to the airport to fly to Manila. The party wasn’t Filipino. These business raiders were speaking English with a strong Australian accent. How do I know all this? They were loud. They were next to me. Afraid that they were being offensive as I tried to read and write over their celebration, they invited me to join them for a drink. After all, I was sitting right next to them. The men were giddy with excitement. The two business leaders had just met with a tax attorney in Las Vegas. The lawyer was going to give them all the benefits of living in Las Vegas, plus shelter the funds from their ex-wives so that their former wives couldn’t collect. Welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada, a tax haven for the business man abroad. If corporate tycoons are so quick to invest in Las Vegas, why aren’t domestic tax payers in the United States meeting with these lawyers to repair their tax problems in America?