Nice camel, though those probably aren’t the humps most men see first.

I’m no prude, and generally maintain that people are going to do what they wanna, regardless of the morality police and local cops. But when I read that Peter Hafiz, the gentleman behind most of the seedy, sexy establishments in Minneapolis, wanted to open a topless steakhouse, even my eyebrows rose. He died recently, and most people spoke very highly of him—as happens when people pass, yet the comments seemed entirely sincere.

Then I happened onto this picture from early last year, when I again found myself in Vegas to watch my son play for the Raiders. Now I remember: Signs for that “strip” club were all over. But then again, it’s Las Vegas. Perhaps that’s where Mr. Hafiz got the idea.