ELV note: We didn’t arrive in this humble burg until January, 1981, but being a fan of all things nostalgic (especially when it comes to mid-century Las Vegas), we couldn’t resist these giant photos now on display in the food court at the Boulevard Mall. They serve as a reminder of our simpler past, but also of a history that Las Vegas should embrace — instead of imploding it for whatever grandiose corporate scheme tickles the fancy of some carpetbagging robber-baron.

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Eating Las Vegas knows not if the clippy cloppy-heeled crowd help a hotel’s bottom line…but on any given weekend evening, the third floor of The Cosmopolitan is crawling with them. Strolling through there last Saturday night, we counted no less than eight tables of six or more young women at Jaleo — all dressed astonishingly alike — celebrating something or other with those high-pitched cackles and shrieks in which they can’t help but communicate.

Were he twenty years younger, ELV would’ve considered it a target-rich environment, but at his age, all he could do is feel sorry for the waitstaff.