LAS VEGAS — The junked signs that attracted throngs to old Las Vegas have for years gathered dust in a neon boneyard just a few miles from the sleek mega-casinos on the Strip.

While the pool, which once sat in the center of the courtyard of Mesa’s Starlite Motel, has long since been filled in, the Diving Lady will again plunge from her perch on Main Street this coming Tuesday.

“Why it is always a cold snap or a heat wave, but never a cold wave or a heat snap? Just askin’.”

For more than two years, an iconic neon sign has been missing in action, so to speak.

Mesa voters have approved a $70 million bond for the city to make a myriad of improvements, according to unofficial results

Before interstate freeways and TripAdvisor.com, Mesa's Main Street glistened with neon to lure weary travelers to motels.

For nearly 40 years, Changing Hands Bookstore in Tempe has helped people open pages to new chapters and new books by often allowing them to meet the authors and get their books signed.

ANAHEIM, Calif. - By adding Cars Land, Disney California Adventure continues its evolution into Pixar Park. And that's a good thing.

At a time when empty storefronts are distressingly common at shopping centers, Chandler could almost post a neon “no vacancy” sign at the entrance to its downtown.

Summer already is a month old, and one of Mesa’s leading ladies has not been able to take a dip into the pool, much less do what she’s best known for — take a dive.

ANAHEIM, Calif.— Disney is done with its do-over of Disney California Adventure.

Where is The Diving Lady of the Starlite Motel? And when will she return to the springboard?

Fresh home from the war, newly married and needing to better recover from malaria and rheumatic fever he caught from a mosquito bite on a PT boat in the south Pacific, Peter Grant packed his car and trailer and left his home city of Indianapolis for the desert town of Phoenix.

Fresh home from the war, newly married and needing to better recover from malaria and rheumatic fever he caught from a mosquito bite on a PT boat in the south Pacific, Peter Grant packed his car and trailer and left his home city of Indianapolis for the desert town of Phoenix.

In the sleepy days of Gilbert, before any strip malls were built or six-lane streets were paved, it was hard to separate the people of the town from the places where they lived and worked.