Locator: 48034AMERICAN.
I subscribe to a number of magazines.
Whatever.
As longterm readers know, I love Spam and am fascinated with the story. I seldom eat bacon -- way too expensive and so incredibly greasy with all the splattering stovetop -- but I love Spam and go through phases when I eat it regularly: a very, very thin slice smothered in maple syrup with homemade waffles. I assume breakfast costs me 25 cents, if that much, not including the fifty- to seventyfive-cent K-cups.
Yes, I had Spam for breakfast this morning.
So, I about fell off my chair when I came across this article in the most recent issue of The New Yorker.
In the big scheme of things, it's the story of how Spam saved the struggling California Hotel and Casino in downtown Las Vegas, a few miles north of the Strip, back in 1975. LOL.
Great two-page article.
My wife and I were married in Las Vegas. I've spent more than a few weekends there over a 73-year-lifetime. It's a fascinating city -- at least it was a fascinating city. I haven't been there in a long time and will probably never go again. Been there, done that, and I don't gamble.
Link here. Been there many times.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.