What happens in Vegas: Sunday in America’s newest archdiocese
A Pillar long read
It’s 1:45 on Saturday afternoon when I climb into my Uber.
I’m immediately grateful for the air conditioning. Even waiting in the shade outside the Las Vegas airport, the midday heat is no joke.
When I left Denver earlier in the afternoon, it was in the mid 50s. Here, it’s in the mid 90s.
