I'm giving this old Vegas institution an upgrade. It needs one. But I kinda love it the way it is. I'm laying on my bed in my 2000 sq ft penthouse suite. Life is good, right? I've got a 50 foot long carpeted balcony my dog Buster is loving. The carpet and furniture is way past its prime and the living room is so sparsely furnished you could play football in it. Still, I like it because it reminds me of another time. A time when being cool meant knowing all of Frank Sinatras best tunes. A time when women didn't dress like street walkers and when men wore their pants belted at their wastes. When we had a president we respected and a country the world respected and feared. I hope before I go to meet Frank I could watch the world get alittle better, or at least quit slipping down the tubes.