I thought Doors frontman Jim Morrison would appreciate crashing at the pad of a struggling writer. Was I ever wrong At first I didn’t know who exactly my friend Bob was bringing up to my Bonanza Hilltop apartment in that desert winter of 1968.

Q: Why were they called “The Rat Pack”? A: Who hasn’t heard of the Rat Pack? Everybody knows who they were: Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Jr., Joey Bishop and Peter Lawford, best known for chasing women, filming “Oceans Eleven” in Las Vegas, and performing together in “the Summit at the Sands” while filming early in 1960.

Canned soup, cheese pizza, gummy bears, soda. You name it — Reinier Geyser was probably consuming it.

Destination known All by your lonesome on Highway 50 (except for the ghosts) For much of summer, US Highway 50 — “The Loneliest Highway in America” — is anything but lonely. The route is heavy traveled by flocks of motorcyclists, as well as road-trippers in cars and RVs.

Culture Restoring order in the court The newly opened Mob Museum in downtown Las Vegas counts guns, photos and jewelry among its treasured artifacts, but the greatest artifact may be the building itself. The historic neoclassical structure at 300 Stewart Ave.

Layers Bakery Café This Green Valley pastry stop offers much more than just sweet stuff Eating healthy doesn’t have to mean not eating delicious. As proof, I offer Exhibit A: Layers Bakery Café.

Whether you want to nosh with the family, log some miles or run your dogs ragged, there’s a perfect park for you Best park for the whole family Centennial Hills Park Sweet, glorious springtime is in effect year-round at Centennial Hills Park, with soaring flower and butterfly shade covers to make you want to kick your heels up and frolic. Children and those with a soft spot for whimsy will be enthralled by the Alice in Wonderland vibe, completed by red toadstool tables and little froggies that spit water.

Our favorite recent dishes that have us coming back for seconds Di Fara Special at Dom Demarco’s It’s every New Yorker’s God-given right to lament the absence of good pizza in Vegas. But with the arrival of Dom DeMarco’s, consider my maw muzzled.

I must confess that I am not quite listening to Paul Beard. I am not listening to Paul Beard as he rattles on about things like acoustic engineering and imported Italian marble and design motifs as he tugs me through a Monday-morning tour of The Smith Center for the Performing Arts.

How can we better promote our city around the world? By launching a collective Twitter account for all Las Vegans Last December, in a stroke of marketing genius, the tourism bureau in Sweden tried something new. Instead of using their Twitter account to link to press releases about lobster fests and the Stockholm furniture fair, they decided to hand the account’s reins over to a new Swede every week.