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Silence of the slot machines …

Few things are more eerie than trundling through a Las Vegas casino at 5 a.m. while a vacuum cleaner whines in the distance and every few hundred feet you pass some poor, solitary Midwesterner sitting at the slots, trying to coax a fortune from the blinking lights. What happened to all the shouting and jingling […]

Few things are more eerie than trundling through a Las Vegas casino at 5 a.m. while a vacuum cleaner whines in the distance and every few hundred feet you pass some poor, solitary Midwesterner sitting at the slots, trying to coax a fortune from the blinking lights. What happened to all the shouting and jingling chaos that filled the place three hours ago?

(BTW: If you must play the slots, I’ve found The Munsters is your best bet. Between Marilyn and Grandpa, everything will be alright …)