When Raj Patel’s family took charge of a Fremont Street motel 15 years ago, he said, the downtown corridor had no shortage of homeless people, prostitutes, drug addicts and dealers, and vacant buildings.
A $20 cab ride away from the Strip lies the heart of Las Vegas, a part of the city that continues to pump, and occasionally to bump and grind.
It happens here too often: A favorite restaurant, shop or venue closes, or a cherished event goes dark, and the folks behind it console us with, “We’ll be back in a few months/in a new location/with a new name.
America’s glittering home of the casino should be known for so much more than having a cheeky flutter.
Originally developed for transportation, shipping containers are finding new life as buildings.
