So I'm in Las Vegas, naturally on the day O.J. Simpson is questioned over an alleged robbery. It's an evolving story. Seems he's being named a suspect in the case though he says his involvement was part of a 'sting' operation to get the stuff back. Everywhere I go, every story I do, everything eventually leads back to O.J. On a brighter note, I met billionaire bachelor George Maloof, next to a rotating circular bed with a huge mirror above us. Just ponder that for a while.
Actually, we were inside his Palms Hugh Hefner Sky Villa which rents out for $40,000 A NIGHT. I'll find out if anyone's actually paying that much in the story I'm doing for "On The Money." Maloof tells me anyone who wants the massive suite has to pay full price for the room, even high rollers (and you gotta see this place--I felt like a Puritan grandmother in there). The only person who gets comped is Hef himself, who's stayed twice. Maloof told me even HE, the owner, has to pay, though he hasn't stayed there yet. I told him, "You can't afford it." Which he found highly amusing. I think.
I am also here to cover real estate. Like a CSI investigator, I'm looking for clues in the reported death of Las Vegas property values due to speculator homicide. Well, don't call the coroner yet. Along the Strip, they're building like the boom is just beginning. The official bird here should be the crane, the construction crane. About 11,000 condos are coming onto the market in the next three years (some say more).