They turned it into Disneyland, a place where families can go, while Mom and Dad lose their shirts in the Casino, or pay exorbitant prices to watch concerts with has-been bands.
I spent a lot of time in Vegas in the 60s and 70s. Last time I was there was after I got out of the Army in the early 90s. It was NOT Las Vegas anymore. Somebody turned it into a cross between New Yawk and Disneyland. Haven’t been back since. Saw Elvis at the International in August 1969 and again in February 1970. Paid a $7.50 cover charge to get in. When I was running the Colorado River, I used to park in front of the Golden Nugget and sit in the lounge watching the Dave Bunker show all night. Vegas isn’t what it once was. It’s not even close.