My sister Lee and her kids Harry and Nora took time out from their dream vacation in Las Vegas to visit family in North Carolina.  As I was driving them to the airport along Tropicana Boulevard, Lee said, “Look, there's a pink Cadillac like the one Elvis used to own.”

This being Las Vegas, we soon saw that Elvis — or a reasonable facsimile thereof — was actually driving the Cadillac.

What a town.