LAS VEGAS WHEN WE WERE YOUNG


I wasn’t allowed in the Copa when the Rat Pack performed; I listened to the uproar

The Sands 1963

The Sands 1963 (Photo credit: D’oh Boy (Mark Holloway))

from outside the door, and caught a glimpse when Uncle Jack let someone in. It was a wild charade of slapstick, improvisation, and politically incorrect slurs, swearing and insults, all dressed up in comedic song and dance.

That’s how I remembered Las Vegas. When I returned for the grand opening of the Mob Experience Las Vegas,  I bounced into the spot lights, press conferences,

introductions, and interviews in a shiny aquamarine pants suit, I hadn’t worn in six years. Congregating with the sons and daughters of my Dad’s associates, who were raised in a similar fashion of privilege and secrecy, was my homecoming to

Las Vegas. There I was, speaking into a microphone about my father, who obsessed over me, as I was now doing in Las Vegas. What was the importance of this seventeen year battle? To re write history that was written about him, by people who never even met him. They couldn’t get the camera off of me, “Luellen, we’ll turn it over to the station now,” while I am still stating the case of Allen Smiley. What would Meyer and Dad and Roselli think of all this. They’d say, “Wish the Brain (Arnold Rothstein) could have seen this racket.

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3 thoughts on “LAS VEGAS WHEN WE WERE YOUNG

  1. this is Excellent 🙂 !  hope you like the little gift , i called the contact this morning to check availability & price went up since i last purchased  a few months ago . keep dry & warm ! love audrey & pumkin 🙂

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  2. Ok, I want to go, unfortunately that was a different time and place. So lets turn back the clock. Great post about the Old Las Vegas.

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