Yesterday my hairdresser's assistant told me that children and their families were ruining Sin City. Based on my recent visit a few days ago, I'd have to agree with her.
Corporations own Vegas now--Mirage MGM, Harrahs. Most everything on the Strip is neon, chain store. Even slots machines have gone high tech. It's terrible not to feel coins falling into your hands when you hit 777 on a slot. Don't get me wrong, The Strip is still fun but I don't want to be reminded of home. (Bally's, this means you, with that ridiculous news ticker underneath your hotel sign.)
Vegas should retain some of its old history, like the Flamingo and the Tropicana. Imagine the scene: you could see Sinatra and his Rat Pack walking through the now-deceased Aladdin to get a steak. Cigarette smoke billowing through casinos. Elvis, alive and well, in the lounge. Men wear suits, and women wear cocktail dresses and heels. Vegas equaled heat and class.
If there is a Starbucks in every hotel, I might as well stay home.