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Chilled and pink in a cocktail glass, I’ve been a Vegas tradition that none can surpass. Once just a dollar, now I cost more, But my seafood fans always come back for more! What am I?
Born in Reno, I’m stacked oh so tall, With beef that’s juicy and fries that won’t fall. I may sound bad, but I taste so right, One big bite and you’re in for a fight! What am I?
I sizzle and spice with a bold, smoky bite, In Basque tradition, I’m a lunchtime delight. Packed in a bun, I’m a sandwich so grand, A Nevada-born treat from a faraway land. What am I?
A river wild, a thrill to ride, through canyons deep, I cut and glide. A scenic course, where paddles dip, Nebraska’s stream for every trip. What am I?
A fossil trove from days of old, where creatures’ stories still are told. In Nebraska’s lands, I keep their place, preserving time in rock’s embrace. What am I?
With boots and ropes, I ride with pride, where bulls and broncs run far and wide. A cowboy’s skill, a thrilling show, Nebraska’s sport, both fast and bold. What am I?
In tunnels deep, I dig and play, in prairie towns, I make my stay. With tiny paws, I pop and peek, a chattering friend, both small and sleek. What am I?
A sea of wings, a calling sound, each year I dance above the ground. Along the Platte, my journey flows, where thousands rest as nature shows. What am I?
My nickname honors those who strive, to harvest fields and farms survive. A state of corn, both tall and great, this title holds a proud home state. What am I?
My branches stretch both far and wide, where rivers flow, I stand with pride. A cottony touch, my seeds take flight, Nebraska’s tree, a sturdy sight. What am I?
My song is bright, my feathers gold, through grassy fields, my tune is told. Nebraska’s bird, I sing so free, perched on fences, look for me. What am I?
The place where thousands stand as one, where red runs deep and games are won. The Cornhuskers call me their home, my roaring crowds shake steel and stone. What am I?
A quirky town with auto fame, where cars stand still in stacked-up frame. This roadside stop, so odd and bright, makes travelers stop to see the sight. What am I?
A hidden gem with flowers bright, where ponds and paths bring pure delight. In Lincoln’s heart, I make my stand, a peaceful garden, planned by hand. What am I?
Brick by brick, my streets are old, where markets thrive and stories told. Omaha’s past, I keep alive, with lively shops and scents that thrive. What am I?
With planes and jets from war and peace, my history lessons never cease. Nebraska’s skies, I help defend, a place where air and power blend. What am I?
A rugged cliff with trails so steep, where wagons climbed and memories keep. Nebraska’s west, so bold and tough, I’m a landmark proud and rough. What am I?
My dancing feet made crowds all cheer, in films and shows, I brought good cheer. Born in Omaha, full of grace, I moved with style in every place. Who am I?
With method skill, I ruled the screen, in rebel roles, both tough and mean. From Omaha streets, I took my flight, my name in lights burned bold and bright. Who am I?
A leader great, yet never planned, I took the helm at the nation’s hand. From Omaha streets to White House halls, my duty rose with history’s calls. Who am I?
My words were strong, my cause was bold, in Omaha town, my story’s told. A leader’s voice, so fierce and true, I fought for justice, broke through too. Who am I?
Each night I joked, with charm and wit, my audience laughed bit by bit. From Nebraska plains, I rose to fame, a talk show host who changed the game. Who am I?
My tracks stretch far, from east to west, a railroad built to be the best. My headquarters, where I reside, in Nebraska’s heart, with trains worldwide. What am I?
From frozen goods to snacks so grand, my products fill the shelves on hand. With Omaha roots, I’ve made my mark, my brands are known in every park. What am I?
With numbers big and stocks so high, I help investors reach the sky. In Omaha, my trades take flight, a platform strong, secure, and bright. What am I?
From fishing rods to hunting gear, my stores provide for far and near. My roots began in Sidney town, where outdoor legends first were found. What am I?
I built my wealth with careful thought, in Omaha town, my deals are bought. My company grows year by year, the stockholders all hold me dear. What am I?
With kolaches sweet and dancers bright, we celebrate with hearts so light. In Wilber town, traditions stay, where Czech pride shines in full display. What am I?
My name is known from tales of fame, in rodeo sports, I made my name. In North Platte town, I ride once more, with cowboy thrills and legend lore. What am I?