The Las Vegas Lounge, home of the “Extra Large Sirloin Steak,” “Treats” for children (something about that sign on that hotel makes you worry about psychopathic clowns, doesn’t it) and of course the Liquor Store with the helpful arrow shooing you in for your bottle of Four Roses. The picture is perfected by an old Moorheader trying to blend in with the mailboxes. She’s coming as as she is.

Next, a trip to the old Comstock.