Vegas Seven


  • A Legend Forged in Neon

    By Heidi Kyser

    Brian “Buzz” Leming has only one regret about his 50-year career as a sign designer: that historic preservation of his beloved neon art took so long. “The Dunes … they just knocked it down and threw it away. It was horrible,” Leming says. Three years after the 1993 Dunes implosion, the Neon Museum nonprofit was officially launched. Now, after 16 years of planning, the museum opens to the public Oct. 27.

  • Business & Services

    Expert Opinion: Blasts from the Past

    The native, writer and connoisseur of Old Vegas offers his seven favorite blast-from-the-past businesses that are older than he is: 1. Las Vegas Drive-In (1966). A drive-in is more than just nostalgia; it is a good-humored, approachable place that is cheap and has easy access. In the mood for uncritical fare? Sneak in snacks and bottles of brews, head down there and see how accommodating they are. 4150 W. Carey Ave., 646-3565.

  • The Light Savers

    Once upon a time, in the 1970s to be more precise, a man and woman traveled from Argentina to Las Vegas to get married. They stayed at the Stardust. The atomic-age mushroom-cloud marquee sign captivated their imagination, and they had several photographs taken with it gleaming in the background.

  • The Strip

    Another Shade of Blue

    By David G. Schwartz

    Last Wednesday, with a T-shirt slingshot and plenty of Twinkies, a new colossus had its formal debut on the Strip. In front of Fashion Show mall, a 15-foot statue of the Blue Man Group both trumpets the famous show at the Venetian and serves as a quirky attraction in its own right, allowing passers-by to see themselves on screen.

  • Seven Shades of Green

    3. The Vegas Light Saver

    By Greg Blake Miller

    This man has rappelled off the Rio and stood atop the Stratosphere spire. He has walked through the Hilton’s Elvis suite, greeted Engelbert Humperdinck on his way, and ascended to the top of the hotel’s sign. (It was the only way to get there, and, really, what better way?) He’s worked on the giant antique flasher panels of Fremont Street, and he’s taken 15,000-volt hits from neon transformers. (This he brushes off—“It’s secondary voltage. Low amperage.” Sounds fun.)