The aging New Frontier casino on the north end of the Vegas Strip went down in a cloud of dust and explosives this morning, another casualty of the neverending renewal of Las Vegas. MSNBC has some cool video.
I think that’s the casino-hotel where I once saw a huge sign proclaiming "Dirty Women, Cold Beer." I very much wanted to climb up it and switch the adjectives because I thought that would be very funny. But I have a fear of heights, and jail.
I’m not in mourning over the New Frontier, but I do think it’s a little sad that the funky, old casinos are vanishing from The Strip. It was fun to see signs like that, and places like that, interspersed among the fancy, shiny, uber-expensive new casinos.
I’m sure that the huge, $8 billion resort that will go up on the site of the New Frontier will have cold beer, if you can afford it, and, well, I’ll reserve comment on the women. But it won’t be the place where Elvis made his Vegas debut and it won’t have funny signs and it just won’t be the same.