My first visit to Las Vegas was in 1969, forty years ago. That led to annual [[sometimes biannual) trips, and then the move here from Detroit in 1984. Of course, much has changed in that time
Yesterday, while at the Fiesta Hotel/Casino, the cell phone of the player on my left buzzed, and he had a short conversation with the caller. At least he spoke softly and made the call short. But then something dawned on me from forty years back that used to irk the dickens out of me......and that no longer happens.
In any casino of 25 years back or so, you would hear the PA system continually calling: "Telephone call for Mr. Hotshot, Mr. George Hotshot, please.". There was rarely a fifteen second gap between these telephone call overhead pages.
Today, of course, with everyone having a cell phone, you no longer hear those pages. So while I occasionally curse the dang things, at least they have eliminated one other irksome experience.
[[Aside: Back then, I also used to wonder how many of those pages were really fakes to impress the customers, i.e., "Telephone call for Mr. Goulet, Mr. Robert Goulet, please". Shit, Robert Goulet was in Chicago at the time.)
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