The El Cortez is another great old sign. Another sign that could have been untouched since the 40’s. This was on the seedier side of Vegas, which was once the main drag. This part of town is now the showcase for a strip of run-down motels, drug and sex rooms, dens of iniquity, where people spend their days leaning on the outdoor balconies and stairways and checking you out with blank stares. I don’t like to linger long here. Lots of bad mojo and broken dreams. I do believe in redemption, but it takes a little more imagination to conjure it up when you’re in this part of town. “Coffee Shop and Bar. Free Parking.” Of course, we know that nothing in Vegas is really free.