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Another Las Vegas Kodachrome taken by my dad in June 1964. View full size.
was Red Norvo.
He brought the vibraphone to the jazz genre; an instrument I came to love.
I wanted to make sure Red wasn't forgotten!
Responding to Bazinga, Red Skelton's stage shows were always suitable for the family. He reserved his seamier stories for smaller, informal audiences. But when those occasions arose, he would enthusiastically perform free for audiences as small as one person on the street.
Did Red Skelton do a blue show when he worked Vegas?
These early L.V. casino joints were alleged to be rife with mob corruption, more or less "cleaned out in the 80's and 90's. Of The Sands, only the sign remains at an attraction of old, huge casino signs, way out in the desert. It costs a small fortune to go see the signs, which after all, were one of the biggest attractions in the day.
They were adult-oriented, like the town was back in the day. If I could go back in the time machine and see the Rat Pack, that would be great.
Thanks rsyung, for yet more superb color pictures.
To this day, Florida only requires a license tag on the back of the car. You are free to place anything you liked on the front, which is often a free billboard for your favorite radio station, or for the dealership from which said car was purchased.
[Referring to the Buick license plate, presumably. -tterrace]
Or, more precisely, the one probably two years later. Anyway, my family went to a dinner show at the Sands featuring Red Skelton, but it had to have been 1966. Can't remember the opening act. Well, I was 6, for heaven's sake. We stayed across the street at the Dunes, which isn't there anymore either.
Wonder what the vehicle is to the right of the main sign Looks older or maybe a shuttle bus? Overall, much different then The Strip today. Well taken,
Name recognition drops off considerably after the talented and very beautiful Ms. Carr. But Sonny King had sufficient notoriety to justify third-banana sizing and a Wikipedia entry.
We would drive by later in a '68 Coronet Wagon pulling a 20' Aristocrat trailer. That night, we'd stay in a KOA-type place at the (then) end of the strip. This would be the first night of one our trips to Bryce, Zion, Cedar Breaks, Arches and all the other drop-dead gorgeous parks of the Nevada/Utah/Four Corners area.
Photos of old LV. Some observations... A nice spread of makes and models of cars of the time. I notice the Buick pulling the camper, back before you needed an F350 diesel to pull a pop up camper. Finally, is there any way to see what the front license plate on the Buick says? It doesn't seem to be a normal plate.
While for born-and-bred Americans of a certain age these photos really bring back memories, the only connection I can make is to the well-loved cartoon The Flintstones, a ray of sunshine, one of the few that embellished our lives in communist Romania. I was very young back then, but I soon began to realize the sitcom was in fact a parody of the American way of life. Probably this cartoon was the reason why I was so adamant about choosing to learn English,(a language that was just being introduced in schools) over French, which was the most popular.
Oh to be able to see some of those shows!
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