It is four miles from the Little Darlings strip club and its billion-bulb billboard, which in June of every year advertises employment opportunities to my graduating high school seniors: “Now hiring class of 20XX!”īut the most interesting billboard, to me, is the one for Tao Nightclub.
It is three miles from “Vegas Vic,” the folksy neon cowboy on Fremont street. The public charter school where I teach English and Comparative Religions is eight miles from the iconic Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas sign. Las Vegas is measured out in neon signs and billboards.
