By Terrance Thornton | Scottsdale Independent
The old adage, “the squeaky wheel gets the grease,” continues to ring true.
On a blistering July day — like countless others before — Scottsdale businessman Larry Kush walks to lunch from his Old Town Scottsdale office, but upon these walks a dirty truth emerges.
On most mornings, the relics of indulgence line the streets of Old Town Scottsdale’s entertainment district and many say for a municipality the caliber of Scottsdale, the sights and sounds of nightly revelry has reached its toll.
