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Las Vegas Luxe
By the time I was old enough to visit Las Vegas, it had transformed itself into a destination for tourists dressed in tank tops and track suits. Elbowing my way through all that humanity in smoke-filled casinos wasn't my idea of a good time. Neither was I persuaded to visit during the brief family-friendly, theme park period of the nineties. But the latest incarnation of Las Vegas is a lock -- which, if you're unfamiliar with the gaming tables, is the term for a guaranteed winner. In the last fifteen years the former "Sin City" has become... MORE>> |
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Summer Reading
nlike sleepaway camp, summer reading lists are not just for children. Like madras and mosquitoes, they're everywhere! J.P. Morgan's private banking department issues a list, along with Discover magazine, USA Today, UC Berkeley, even the White House. Like a lot of summer reading, some of these lists are primarily dressed to impress -- with lots of weighty biographies, nonfiction, and classics, of course, (Middlemarch!?!). To my mind, though, summer reading shouldn't be too strenuous. It should offer plenty of opportunities for escape, and just a bit of edification. Despite all the end-of-the-world rumors about sluggish book sales... MORE>> |
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In the 1960's, when my parents visited Las Vegas,
my father packed his tuxedo and my mother took evening gowns covered in
gold paillettes or black sequins. It was the Rat Pack era, showgirls and
Shecky Greene, the McGuire Sisters and Don Rickles. The hotels had names
like the Sands and Stardust. 