02 Dec SCA Weekly News Review: 11/26-12-2/18
Iconic sign returns to The Corral
From the Victoria Advocate: After more than a year, a familiar face has returned to Victoria.
“It feels real good to see it back up,” said Albert Totah in reference to the Indian sign on Houston Highway.
Son of former It Club owner donates iconic sign to World Museum of Mining
From the Montana Standard: If you’re a know-it-all, then you probably know the It Club in Rocker is a classic fixture in the tavern scene in the Butte and Anaconda areas.
The bar, known for the hospitality of its longtime owner Walter Richter, closed months ago, and now Richter’s son Dan Richter is donating the bar’s 1940s neon sign to the World Museum of Mining.
Incidentally, the museum already has a piece of memorabilia from the Richter family, the circa-1880s building for Richter’s Crystal Ice Co., a company owned by Walter’s father and Dan’s grandfather Robert Richter.
From theaters to dive bars, neon lights help make Chicago shine
From WGN9: In 1981 I came out here, foam cushion as my bed, folding lounge chair as my living room couch, in a Chevy Vega. I started working in a rasta reggae bar and I got a job at a neon sign shop on Halsted and Buckingham and really never looked back.
I grew up in Rochester, upstate New York, and I remember seeing all these old neon signs for Genesee Beer and all these old beer companies. I had some beer cans and some beer trays and things, but always the holy grail was a neon sign.
My first sign was a Utica Club neon sign that my dad set up for me, and I was looking at this thing with all the colors and all the glow that it had and he gave me great advice, he told me: don’t touch that thing because you can really get hurt by it. And it’s really good advice. In this business right here, what I’ve learned is it’s got really three kinds of dangers: gettin’ burned, getting cut and getting zapped.
8 NEON SIGNS CALLING YOUR NAME IN CHICAGO
Las Vegas in the footsteps of locals
From the Vancouver Sun: Most people visiting Las Vegas for the bright lights and casinos head to the Strip, but the locals don’t.
On weekends, they head for Red Rock Canyon. In about 30 minutes from downtown, we were in the middle of scenic desert with Spring Mountains in the background. Red Rock isn’t monumental like that other canyon, but hiking well-maintained trails (do stop at the information centre first) through its serene beauty is a respite from the city.
By 11.30 am, Honey Salt was packed with residents of Summerlin (an affluent Las Vegas community near Red Rock Canyon) scarfing down brunch specials like Cocoa Puff French toast and breakfast nachos. Depending upon how last night went, Green Goodness Juice or “all you can drink Bloody Mary’s” are popular.