It might be ridiculous (okay, it almost definitely is) but I could kinda identify with this heartfelt ode to a favorite slot machine. The upside of only going to Vegas (or anywhere, for that matter) every couple of years is that there's always something new to see when you go. The corollary/downside to that is that while there's plenty of new there's plenty of stuff that disappears or gets pushed aside to make room for that new stuff. Buildings that get torn down or restaurants that close and stuff like that are the obvious changes. But a lot of what makes some place fun are the little idiosyncratic things that maybe hover around the edge of the frame. And in Vegas, for me at least, one of those things is slots. I try not to get too attached to ephemeral cultural objects but I still look for, and generally don't find a few faves. Like the Sinatra slots they used to have at Bellagio, the French bakery at Paris, and (of course) Chainsaws & Toasters.